Yesterday evening I flew home from Atlanta with the kids, and I have nothing exciting to report. With my sister's help, we got the kids through security and to the gate. The kind gate agent let me pre-board, and a nice family let me switch seats with them so that I could actually be next to my kids. OK, so there was a mix-up with the seating, but it was easily resolved, so that doesn't count as exciting. The kids behaved well, even Campbell, who was beyond exhausted.
The sweetest moment of the day occurred at the Austin airport. As we came down the escalator, the kids spotted B waiting for us. The girls sprinted down the last few steps and ran for daddy. Campbell had to wait until we got to the bottom because I wouldn't let him run down, but once he touched the ground, he bolted straight for B, climbed up him and held on for dear life. It was like a moment out of a Hallmark card commercial.
It made my tired heart melt.