Ok... My day yesterday. I know you all want the sappy details, but you have to live through the boring hum drum that was the start of my day first.
6:30 rise (way to early!) to finish everything up, and then we're off to the Airport. We pull up to the curb of ye olde airport, and there is a budget rent a truck unpacking loads and loads of luggage. Who's? Well, judging by all the Spanish flags (?), and the number of airport security, my best guess would be REAL MADRID on their way home. (COOL!)
Being the world traveller that I thought I was after going to the airport with Shel about6 times in the last 2 years, I check in at the Kiosk to save time, and the guy wizzes me through getting my baggage tagged. I ask him if the two slips of paper I have marked boarding pass are all I need. (somehow it seems like there should be a "ticket" involved) he doesn't even look at them OR me and says "Everything is fine please go." Hmmmm.
So we say bye to nanny and off we go into customs. The guy we get seemed really funny while we were waiting, but we got up to him and then I remembered... Custom's officers have NO sense of Ha-Ha. We finish up with him, and its time to drop off our luggage. With everyone else's, on ONE conveyor belt dropping ALL the luggage in one spot. Hayden asked how they would know it was ours to put it on the right plane, and tbh, I'm not quite sure so I told him to ask daddy, since he used to work there.
We were off to the wand people. We walked up and Hayden thought it was pretty cool. The 6 customs people at OUR scanner could have cared less it was his first flight, and demanded we put all of our stuff on the belt without so much as a hello. Then I remembered... they dont have any personality either. Hayden wanted to know if he'd get his stuffed toy back when he put it on the belt, and they didnt even bother to acknowledge him, just said "take off your shoes!" Ugh! But at the risk of not being let into the country, and at the risk of being "pulled over" for a closer inspection, I didn't bother to push the issue and we complied.
We were off to our gate, where we sat around for a couple hours. Hayden played his DS and I watched Airport TV which was kinda like AM680 with pictures, replaying every 10 min. So I saw the soccer game about 20 times, and they kept talking about how Steve Nash was there. *side note* I LOVE Steve Nash!! I'm sitting there, kinda looking around thinking about the game, and Shel, and Steve Nash, when I look up, and Steve Nash is walking past me!!!! "Hey!" is all I can manage, and he turns and smiles, nods his head, waves and off he goes to his flight. STEVE NASH!!! :)
Our boarding was delayed for 45 min. Why? Mechanical Problems. Un-nerving? YES! They finally call us on, and I notice everyone else has tickets. I have boarding passes. Oh NO!! Time to panic. So I race up to the counter and ask the chick what we do, I am ready to cry I'm so panicked she's not going to let us on the plane (Compulsive worrier, remember?) And me, in my sheer state of terror, and trying to keep it together, tears brimming look to this woman for help, and her answer? (Insert Jamaican accent) "No worries Man, it's because you use the kiosk. Everything be fine this that". Its the most reassuring words said with the most laid back reassuring accent, and it worked! I relaxed.
We walk down the ramp to the plane, and then walked down stairs and onto the runway. Wait a sec... My experience with planes says I'm not supposed to be on the runway, and that we should be connected. The big plane is supposed to be right here... Oh... there's the problem. The've mistakenly put a crop duster there instead. I look around, following the crowd, and then the stewardess says "Welcome to Delta!" and I think... where?? where is the Delta plane? and I realize she's talking about the THING in front of me that is no longer then a school bus. Oh Oh!
We get settled in the plane, which has 2 seats on either side, and and aisle so small the stewardess has to walk back and forth for drink orders because the cart wont fit. We start to take off and I suddenly remember "I HATE flying" lol. we're only up for 1.5 hours, which was awesome!
Landing... Again... not my favorite thing. We get off the plane, the heat hits, and a bad word MAY have come out of my mouth. Where does heat like that come from??? Into the airport, and AHHHHHHH air conditioning. Onto the train that will shuttle me across the largest airport to baggage claim. Hayden loved that there was a subway in the airport.
I had specific instructions as to where to go. On the train and then up the big escalator, and Shel and the boys would be waiting for us. We were looking for them, and I managed to spot them before they spotted us. It was so cute. Rhys had a sign that said "Welcome to Atlanta" and Shel had one that said "Sharon and Hayden" and Ev had a camera in his hand. Shel and I made eye contact, and then I looked down to tell Hayden where they were, and when I looked back, their signs had changed. Rhys's said "Will you" and Shel's said "Marry me" and he was down on one knee with a ring in his hand. Ev took pics of my reaction, which was awesome. and the AWWWWWWWW that came from the collective crowd of people waiting for passangers, and the crowd behind me coming to Atlanta couldn't have been better coordinated.
So I walked over, and kissed Shel and the airport worker guy goes "Um... can we take that as a yes?"
The boys were happy to be together, and by the time bedtime rolled around there had yet to be a fight. (However we did have a "He did it!" "NO! HE did it!" about 15 min into our visit, but it passed pretty fast. We went to a Japanese Hibatchy place where they cooked our food at the table, and it was really cool! Then ice cream for dessert, and back to the house to just be... it was awesome!
Today we're off to church, where Shel is preaching, and then home to pack and off to Myrtle Beach. YAY!!!