My friend Micah was kind enough to drop us off at the airport and drive our car back to our house. He picked us up at 7:15, which I thought was a little early, but I'm sure even then he and was going to be late to work and was missing meetings… so at 7:15 we did leave. We had almost no traffic so we get to the airport nice and early. Our flight to Chicago is at 11:10, so a good time to get some coffee, a muffin, make that last restroom stop, and just relax for a while and ponder the things we may see. We try to check in at the automated machine and it says 8:55 flight… hmmm… I'm sure they are trying to put us on an earlier flight since we got there soooOOO early. I do not want to sit in Chicago two additional hours as I do not like that airport. We go to the counter to check our bags. The lady says they are boarding in 2 minutes…. what? Yes, they emailed you on 8 July with the flight change. No they didn't. Oh well… off to the races, to the priority lane at security we go. Got through that and Cindy has to stop and grab food as me and the girls go to the terminal. Then Cindy doesn't realize that Bailley is holding her passport and boarding pass, so she races back to security… we wave her back to the terminal and walk right on the plane. Whew. Not quite as planned, but what things in life truly hold to our plans? It's pretty rare for me anyway.
One last note: two bags, one 20.5 lbs. and one 38.5 lbs. I swear Bailley, Abigail, and I took more than that for one week at nationals. I knew we were going to roll lean when one night at dinner, after we had done our initial packing, Cindy looks at me and says, do you know who is taking the most clothes?… uh… me? Yes. So I went and put a shirt back in my closet.
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