The Long Way Home

A few minutes before boarding was supposed to start on our flight home out of Louisville, we found out the flight was cancelled due to mechanical failure. It was the last flight of the night, and the tiny Louisville airport pretty much packed up and went home - except for the 50 of us that were stranded with 2 poorly prepared gate agents. There were no flights that night, and everything was oversold the next day. Eventually (read 4 hours later) we were loaded up into taxis for the 90 mile trip to Cincinnati and put in a hotel overnight. Enricka and I flew from Cincinnati to Chicago at 6 am the next morning, then finally home to Austin.

I had just been thinking what a great trip it had been: lots of great new information from the conference, everyone we dealt with in Louisville was friendly and polite, the food was good, and Enricka was an excellent traveling companion. The best part, though, was coming out of the terminal and being greeted by my enthusiastic children, holding flowers and drawings, shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" (sigh) Anthony hung back until the melee was over before he got his well deserved kiss.

I was starved when I got home, and made a bunch of eggs and sausages and toast for everyone (I got a little tired of just eating scones for breakfast). The tomato plants have doubled in size. Colin said shyly several times, "Mommy, I miss you."

Me, too, little buddy. Good to be home FINALLY.