Holiday 2010. The last flight sequence.

I think I'll start this story at the end. This was our last cross-country holiday flight. Next year, we are driving home for the holiday.

We arrived in Tucson at 11:25 pm last night after two delays, three stops, and some horrible cardboard pizza in Denver. Three legs, two hours each. We get here, and Andy goes after the truck in the parking garage. The bags from the previous flight, which landed fifteen minutes before ours, finally come around the belt and Andy texts me, "I'll be there soon. Have a flat tire." I respond with vulgarities, telling him this is not a funny joke. No joke, of course.

Our bags don't come down the shoot for another twenty minutes. Turner and I secure from baggage claim four suitcases and one hugomongo Fed Ex box of toys and shoes. Somehow Turner and I get all this stuff to the curb to meet Andy, who pulls up just as I teeter around with that box. Turner talks nonstop the entire way home, wound tight from too much travel and a four hour nap. When we get home we all collapse into bed, with school/work starting much too early this morning. Turner did not notice the presents from Santa until this afternoon after we'd been home from school for nearly twenty minutes!

I'll let the rest of tour holiday trip speak for itself. Thank you all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf9U0k_31nc