First 30 Hours Home
The airport greeting crew was such a welcome sight as we walked through the terminal of DFW toward baggage claim. I want to apologize here for not getting the word out very well about our flight home. As you can read, it was a whirlwind, especially there at the end. The plane was basically backing out as we boarded in LA. My hands were shaking and I was holding a sleeping Tian, so I could barely hold my phone, much less type out a message and get it sent to everyone before I had to turn off the phone. For those who wanted to be there, but weren't, I know you were with us in spirit on our entire journey. Those who did come helped us get home. Home. It felt unbelievably nice to walk in and smell the smells of our own home. It smelled like America! It smelled like freedom! TJ got out of the car, walked into the garage, grabbed his fishing pole and headed to the pond to fish. He had been aching to fish for weeks and ...