Take Me Home…

When you wake 3 babies and 7 grown-ups at 4 am to catch a shuttle at 5…

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so you can get to the airport at 6:30 to stand in line until 8…

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to catch the 9am flight back home…

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there really should be an agreement of some sort…

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that they will not, under any circumstances, delay the flight–

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for two and a half hours.

But there isn’t.

So they did.

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And the whole building found out the real meaning of the words, “sweet tempered babies” and “darn good sports.”

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Till finally, finally they pointed us westward…

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grateful that they got that wing screwed back on…

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so that we could fly, and fly, and fly safely back…

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to our little home…

in the mountains.




Week 21 Food Storage Prompt: 10 lbs. Powdered Milk

8 Replies to “Take Me Home…”

  1. Coming home is always the best part. Until you see the mountain of laundry, that is. I’m still digging out.

  2. And you know, I actually don’t mind it. There’s a cozy satisfaction in putting it all back together again.

    I’m a sap, I know.

  3. Yah for home!!! πŸ™‚ It’s good to be back… especially since there are plenty more adventures that need to be planned! πŸ˜‰

    I’m glad the wing stayed on during the flight, too! πŸ˜‰ Heh.

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