With Love

I got mini bottles of port wine, for you Mom and Dad, while in Porto and I have been schlepping these things across Europe and now halfway across the world. They walked with me to metro/bus/tube stations, flew with me, rode the train through Tuscany, got cried on in Naples, on my arm for a scooter ride, through Italian, British and Canadian airports. All the while I worried that they wouldn't let me take them. I've been teased at security that I was going to have to drink them before going through (which I had totally prepared myself for that possibility). I always have to make sure they're upright because they leak and I'm not even sure if they're any good but I feel a certain bond to them...is that weird?