It's a good thing he came home early in the morning, 9:00 am. None of us got much sleep, including him. I spent the night tracking his flights on Flightaware.com. (pretty cool web site, btw)
The timing was wrong, wrong, wrong. He actually arrived about 20 minutes earlier. Again, a good thing I tracked the flights.
Some of his adoring fan base, waiting.......
The plane had already arrived, waiting, watching, looking, straining. TL made the comment that maybe this is what it is like on the other side, waiting for our loved ones to arrive, the anticipation and anxiety!
There he is!! My first thoughts were, "wow, he sure is handsome! And skinny!" He was carrying a fishing pole, of all things.
The hug from mom. I still get teary-eyed looking at this pic. I told him I was sorry I was crying-didn't want to embarrass him!
After lots of other hugs, he opened out his arms and gave a great big hug to his sister-in-law who he had never met. It was so cute!
Finally home, after 6 1/2 hours of traveling. Only 30 hours of sleep and very little food (due to nervous stomach) By the time we had finished the day, it ended up being about 42 hours of no sleep.
But he's back, he's carrying a wonderful spirit with him, and I'm going to soak it all up for a little while before the glow leaves....
And he informed me he hates ramen noodles now.
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I'm a middle aged lady, young at heart, wife of Terry, mother of 7 great kids, grandma of 13 of the cutest, smartest, and most charming grandkids in the world, including one angel baby in heaven, chief cook and bottle washer, driver,& counselor. I love to be creative, learn new things, the color red, clutter-free spaces, chocolate, naps, office supply stores, fabric stores, & taking too many photos, just to name a few.