Coming Home

Well, we're finally home. After 25 hours, 13 hours of time travel, and after a total of 18 hours of flying Hal and I finally made it home. We ended up getting in at 12:30 a.m. We were so surprised and felt so loved at the showing of people we had to come greet us to the airport.

You know what's a great feeling? To be walking down the run way towards baggage claim and have everyone you love come running as close to the "Do Not Enter" sign as possible. Only 1 nephew fell asleep before we got there. I'm just glad my sisters were selfless and put up with tired kids the next day so I could see them at the airport.

Brownies and pear torte brought to the airport? Can it get better than that? Oh, perhaps it can....