We made it home. Missed flight in Houston (yes, I did cry) and Peter and I made it stand-by on a 10pm flight. Sweet brother-in-law managed to pick us up at 1am courtesy of a mid-flight, make-shift phone chain on a Texas woman's cell phone. Pops just got in a few hours ago, after spending the night in the Houston airport. The poor dear.Phew! Sooo good to be back home together. I've got my girls running about me, Pops napping, the laundry machine humming (What's that?? Clean laundry?), and the house in general disorder. Just where I want to be.
Thank you dear ones for taking this journey with us! Pictures and details to come...
