traveling sagas.

Ok. I assume many of you are on Instagram and followed along as we very leisurely made our way back to Virginia.

Before we left for the airport we knew we were going to miss our first layover (unless a miracle occurred) because our flight was delayed 18 minutes. We could have stayed four extra days, or continue on as planned and leave Phoenix the next morning at 5 am to get home just one day late. For various reasons, we decided to just go for it and booked the 5 am flight.

Everything really got muddled in San Luis when they sent a 50 person plane instead of a 70 person plane. This led to us picking up $4800 in vouchers. For flights we had already planned on missing. So that was a nice bonus.

We spent eight hours in the San Luis airport (had to stay for vouchers and then our next flight kept getting delayed). Jack napped. Ivy never did.

We arrived in Phoenix at 10 pm where we picked up our hotel vouchers and food vouchers, walked through the security checkpoint and I promptly couldn’t find my purse. I opened my backpack to start to search and couldn’t even handle it. I said, ‘Wes, find my wallet,’ and then started stripped off jackets, sweaters and hats and fell on the ground praying as I envisioned spending the rest of my life in Phoenix with no I.D. to get back into the airport.

After many hot flashes, Wesley (bless him) found it underneath the stroller and I prostrated myself further thanking God in heaven above. Wes told me to get up. haha.

But enough drama. Here’s why it was all ok. Even after two hours of sleep in the hotel and another delayed flight in Charlotte.

Before we even knew about delays, Ev was freaking out about what we were going to do if flights got canceled. And I was like, ‘Ev, we’ll all be together and that’s all that really matters.’

And we were. Ivy made us (and everyone surrounding) laugh like always. The kids did their kid thing. And we sat and observed and changed diapers and fed people. Kinda like normal.

Even as everyone operated on very little sleep, there were no epic meltdowns. From me or the kids! haha. And that my friends, is truly miraculous. Like truly. So much potential for true disaster. So. Thank you for your prayers.

And lastly. People were asking me on IG how I do it and how I managed. I didn’t. Wes did.

When we got on our shuttle at 11 pm I had the 3 kids with me on a bench seat at the front and Wes was somewhere in the back taking care of our stroller and backpacks. The bus was jam packed and everyone was regaling their American Airlines nightmares.

We made it to our hotel room and I was in the middle of undressing Jack when a guy walked in. Took me a minute to figure out it was our bus driver with a pack and play for Ivy. He looked at Wes and said, ‘hey man. Thanks for all the help loading and unloading everyone’s baggage. I’ve never had anyone do that and kinda felt like I should tip you!’.

And I smiled and shook my head and thought, ‘this is who I married. And this is why it’s all ok.’

And it was. Thanks to your prayers and Wes and some pretty good kids.

haha. And boy, do these pictures bring it all back. Happy we made it home, sane and sound.

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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