and we leave for the airport. It doesn't feel real. 21 1/2 hours and I'll have my son? Forever? WOW!
I'm freaking out just a bit about the layover in Atlanta on the way back. Some people are talking like it would be better to walk through the fires of hell than to go through there with a 2 hour and 10 minute layover. Not much I can do about it now, so I guess we'll just have to go with whatever happens. Kevin is an unknown equation, though. How will he be on the flight(s)? How will he be if we're...as I'm imagining...sprinting through the airport to catch the next flight? How's he going to be after traveling all damn day and getting home at 11:30 at night? As my sister says..."he'll be how he'll be and you'll deal." Yeah, we will.
I don't think we're taking the laptop, so I'll catch you all on the flip side!