My husband and I woke up at 5:30am yesterday to get ready to fly down to Texas to surprise his family.  Les was flying an owner down to Houston for the day and had gotten permission from him to bring along myself and Gabriel on the plane also.

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Les’ dad and one of his sisters have not had the opportunity to meet Gabriel yet.  He had made plans with his family to spend most of the day with them but he left out the part about the two of us visiting as well.  (Part of it was the desire to surprise them with our arrival.  The other part was to not get their hopes up if the owner’s meeting cancelled or any other number of scenarios that might materialize which would prevent us from going.)

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My husband flying the plane

Gabriel did great on our flight to and from Wisconsin but I was still nervous about how he’d do on this flight.  I’m flying on a private jet out of the kindness of this grandfather’s heart for another grandfather and I didn’t want the owner to regret letting me ride along after Gabriel cried the whole flight.  My nervousness was unfounded as Gabriel fell asleep shortly after take off and woke up as the landing gear dropped on approach.

During the flight, I had almost a full two hours of reading time!  I was trying to finish up “Parenting Other People’s Children: Understanding and Repairing Reactive Attachment Disorder” which I had started a couple of weeks prior.  There was a moment while I was reading when everything connected.  All the pieces I had so desperately tried to fit together for years just came together in an instant.  I’m not going to lie – I was tempted to go tap my husband on the shoulder and tell him all the ideas and ah ha moments that were flooding my mind.  But…I didn’t.  I’d leave that for later when I had his full attention.  I figured everyone on board would be happier if the pilot was flying rather than listening to his wife talk about attachment therapy.  Just a feeling.

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After landing in Houston, Les made sure the owner’s ride had arrived while I remained on the airplane.   I anxiously peered through the airplane window as I watched the doors to the airport slide open and saw my husband hugging his mom.  Moments later, my husband and his parents were walking out to the plane.

Les walked onto the plane while his parents waited at the bottom of the stairs.  He turned to me, “Are you ready?”

“Yep.”

He took Gabriel in his arms and walked to the door of the airplane where I watched through the window as his parents lit up with the sight of their youngest grandchild.

It’s one of those things where moments like these don’t make up for the weeks at a time my husband is gone for work but…it certainly is nice.

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Welcome to Houston – where the lens of your camera fogs up the moment you take it out of the case!

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We enjoyed a wonderful day with my in-laws!

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