I’d like to begin by patting myself on the back for packing for a family of four for the duration of eight days away from home. Maybe that’s not really amazing but I always feel a nice sense of accomplishment. So there you have it.
But moving on, we’re that family. That family you see in the airport and hope they’re not on your flight. That family you see walking down the skinny aisle between the rows of flights and pray they’re not sitting next to you.
I smile ruefully at my fellow passenger and wish her good luck as she shares a row with us. The college fellow sitting next to Wes disappears after about 80 seconds to miraculously locate himself aisles away from us.
This was indeed wonderful as it gave us four seats in a row on our first flight out.
Five hour flights are incredibly long. I said many praises for Wesley being along for the ride. When we were relaying travel stories to the grandparents they remarked on how Jack had sat for ten minutes looking at books quietly. I had much mirth as I considered ten minutes on a five hour flight.
But it was totally worth it and wasn’t as bad as it could have been and I’d do it all over again.
Plus, hurray and hallelujah for smooth travels and great connections.