Waiting

So, The Mr. and I are sitting at the airport -- people watching, of course -- waiting for our flight to go visit Daughter #3 and her true love.  I'm not sure why, but we apparently arrived at exactly the right time.  No line-ups!

The check-in counter:  No one in line, so we walked straight to the woman behind the counter.

The customs kiosks:  We had our pick of empty counter-tops where we could fill out our forms.

The baggage check:  The woman was just waiting for someone to bring her a suitcase.

Security:  Walked straight through with zero queuing.

Customs:  The officer was just waiting for the chance to yell "next".

This has NEVER happened to me before.  It was almost too good to be true.  There has been absolutely no waiting!!  Well, at least no waiting when it comes to the airport.

The reason for our trip is to meet our new grandchild -- who was supposed to be born last week -- but so far has not made his or her arrival.  So, technically, we are still waiting.

I thought by the time I packed my suitcase this morning, that I would know if I was supposed to be packing the blue baby clothes or the pink ones.  (I just planned on returning the unnecessary color at a later date.)  Obviously the best-laid plans don't always go the way you expect.

Speaking of not always going the way you expect, Daughter #2 and her children are with Daughter #3 right now.  If this baby doesn't hurry up and get here, they'll have to turn around and drive home without a glimpse of the new little bundle.

Well, it's time to board the plane.  Let's hope that the next time I blog I'll have a new baby to talk about.

Which is pretty much guaranteed given my blogging track record as of late.

Dixie