The prep was maticulous. Bags packed. Trip to airport marked by light rain and normal afternoon rush. Arrived at 6p to find that flight was delayed until 7:42. Of course, the bag tag printer malfunctioned in the midst of checking the prized "golf clubs" but no worries. With extreme effort, the agent canceled the original tags and printed new ones only taking about 15 mintues (God knows we had plenty of time with the delay). Stepped outside and said our goodbyes and our golfer proceeded thru security and to the gate.
The trip home was somewhat somber as we were sending our youngest off into the wild blue yonder to pursue his dream. Years had gone into the planning of this season in his life and gratefulness to God was apparent as we recounted our blessings and struggles on the trip with him to the airport and our drive home.
After arriving home, continued checking his flight status and the departure time kept changing. He called about 7:30 and stated that he was on the plane. He called again about 8:45 and they were still waiting on the tarmac. It seems the auto-pilot is broken and they can't legally fly above 28,000 ft. They are just going to wait out the storm. He's OK with it because it gives him time to complete his last assignment for his college coursework that has to be emailed to the professor by 2p tomorrow. So much has happened so quickly. This last summer session has been a whirlwind of classes, studying and golf practicing. Average workday has been daylight until dark. Finally, at 10:07 the flight departed. We received a call about midnight saying that he arrived safely and was exhausted. These are exciting times!
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