He's home!

Friday, I made the mistake of telling Matthew that daddy would be home in a few hours.  Friday night, Matthew was a little (a lot) put out (read: he was mad) that I wouldn't go get daddy right that minute.  "Mom?  Did you forget something?  We are supposed to go get daddy."  Luckily, Matthew was here to remind me.  Otherwise, I'm sure Jaysen would be thumbing his way home.

Friday night, Ike was consuming the Gulf of Mexico and I had no idea where in the world Jaysen was.  I don't think any of us got much sleep that night.  Sleep is so over rated, anyway.

8:00 Saturday morning, Jaysen called to say he would be flying into Salt Lake at 11:00 am.  Counting driving time, I had 2 hours to get Matthew and me ready.  2 hours?  I hope he's not hoping for some sort of miracle.  Perfection takes time!

I tried to convince Matthew into yelling out "Dar dar!" when he saw Jaysen come out of the gate.  We perched ourselves at the top landing, where we would be able to see him before he saw us.  This would also give us the added benefit of being heard over the crowd.  Matthew practiced diligently and promised he would do it.

We watched as one soldier walks through security.  He was one of ours, but not ours.  Then Jaysen comes out, spots us and waves.  Matthew was so excited, he couldn't even stand up straight.  "I have to hide!  I have to hide!"  He took off running around the nearest corner and hid near the elevator.  So much for promises.

I met Jaysen at the top of the escalator, on the verge of tears.  We walked around the corner and Matthew jumped into Jaysen's arms.  "I missed you so much, daddy."

It's nice having him home.

Here is the warm welcome they received when they pulled into Dallas about 7 am Saturday morning.  (Even Ike was rushing in to welcome them home.)

Here's a video of Teo and Dad rockin out.

More pics to come!