Have you ever spent 15 hours in a car, airport and plane with my children? I have. I don't recommend it. Ever. Let's just say New Year's Eve 2008 can be cataloged with
all our other stellar flying adventures...
It all started with a simple ride to the airport. Our friend Jerry (who now deserves a very nice gift, along with his wonderful wife, Laura) was going to take us so that I didn't have to park in long-term parking and ride the shuttle with our bag and the stroller and the kids. An 18-wheeler on the interstate interfered with our plans in a huge way. The 30 minute drive to the Jacksonville airport took 90 minutes and the day went downhill from there. We missed being able to check our bags and get on our 2:15 flight by 10 minutes. So, they booked us on the next flight out at 6:10. We spent the afternoon playing on the airport floor. We watched Thomas, ran around, ate a little dinner and prepared to board our flight. We were halfway through boarding when it stopped and they had everyone deplane. Our flight was cancelled and they had us exit security to rebook. We called Laura to come get us so that we didn't have to spend the night on the airport floor. Then, the flight was back on - at midnight. So, we called Laura again to cancel our ride and went back through security and spent the evening riding the moving sidewalks. We finally took off about 12:30 am New Year's morning.
As exhausted as I felt, I wasn't able to fall asleep on the plane and throwing a bit of a pity party. Both boys were asleep and I was listening to music. New Year's Eve has always been a special holiday for Tim and I. Our first date was 7 years ago on New Year's Eve. We've celebrated in Vegas, at parties with friends, and at home with other couples. Each year has always been a special time for us together. I was feeling particularly sorry for myself with Tim at sea and the long day I'd had in the airport when Luke started waking up. He couldn't seem to get comfortable in his seat to sleep. I unlatched his seatbelt and held him close to me and he immediately fell back asleep. As I sat on that airplane I thought about what an amazing gift God had given me this New Year's Eve. As I sat with my youngest on my lap and my eldest leaned against my arm I could not have been more moved than I was in those moments. I might not have been with my husband the moment the new year arrived, but I was blessed to be with my kids. If we hadn't missed our flight they would have been in their beds and I would have been alone. Instead, God reminded me of all my incredible blessings by allowing me to hold my precious children when I needed my family most.
I don't know how many more times Luke will even sleep in my lap. And I don't know when Mark will sleep with my arm around him again but I know that I will never forget New Year's Eve 2008. It wasn't the night I'd had planned. It was so much more.

Our DVD player and new Thomas movie were highly entertaining...

Good thing the airport wasn't crowded...

This is early in the day...when I thought we'd only be there 4 hours, not 10...