I made it to the airport in record time. I think my excitement added some more lead to my already heavy foot. Of course the flight was delayed, so I had to wait... and wait... and wait. Then I got a call from Niel, who was still back in the customs area with the gang.
Niel: "Do you know what the plan is for these kids' flights?"
Me: "Yeah, the only flight we could get was out of LaGuardia... [blah blah blah, detailed explanation inserted here, yadda yadda yadda]."
Niel: "So, do I need to take them there? I don't think I'll get back in time for my flight."
Me: "All you need to do is come through customs and baggage claim, and then you'll see my face."
Niel: "You're here?" (I could hear him smiling.)
An hour later, I finally got to see Shaggy McShagster, I mean, my unshaven and unruly-haired yet still adorably hot husband. He approached me with a trail of teenyboppers following him.
Me: "Hey handsome! Should we tell the kids to avert their eyes?"
Niel: "No, let 'em look!" he said as he grabbed me and kissed me.
My husband rocks.
