So, last night around midnight, my husband came walking through the door after he’d been away for about two weeks. Our son was already asleep from a couple of hours before, but my husband and I got the chance to spend some time alone.
We had a home cooked meal prepared for him and I had also baked some freshly made carrot cake, that was to die for!
He gobbled up as much as he could, although he was so tired, it was difficult to stay awake.
He had been on three different planes yesterday, for a total of about twelve hours outside of the house. Here’s how it was broken down: It took a couple hours until they boarded his plane (the first time), then the flight was a couple hours, then there was a layover after he arrived at his location, then another few hours on the plane, then landing and layover for a second time, then he caught the third and final plane and finally reached the Louisville, Kentucky airport.
My Uncle picked him up and drove him back to his home. Where I was waiting with open arms, of coarse. And then my Uncle and his wife stratigically decided that they didn’t want to stay up anymore since they were sleepy, and went to bed. We had a little alone time, while we ate, and then went to bed.
I’m super glad he’s home, safe and sound. But, the next step is deciding whether or not he has the power to start loading the trailer today or if he needs to rest all day today and then start loading the trailer tomorrow, and then possibly leave the day after that.
A lot of decisions have been made lately, and so far they’ve paid off, but I’m hoping the rest of the road is an easy one… Time will tell.
