Ah Mazing

Well, we flew home late yesterday afternoon. Sam. Was. Awesome. I can't believe it. Somehow he woke up without a fever that morning. Our flight was on time. We got there at the perfect time. My parents watched him as he crawled around the airport for a while as I stood in the bathroom chanting my mantra: "You can do this. It will be over soon. You can do this. It will be over soon." You'd think I was in labor. We stayed with my parents as long as possible and then went through security, arriving at the gate just as they started to board. I was worried about not having a seat next to us, and truthfully the woman next to me did not seem interested in moving to an empty seat (was she insane? My parents say it's a Southern manners thing). But right before take off the flight attendant came and told me we could move to the front - that's right, the front row! Where there's room for Sam to stand and play on the chair like it's a table. Two empty seats in front and they were mine, all mine...all right, ours, all ours! And Sam was great. The one lone guy across from us was great, giving Sam high fives at the end of the flight, which I guess will have to suffice for the deserved applause.

And now everything we were dreading is done. No more airline travel. Sam is getting over this cold thing, as am I. And Hubby has completed the Bar Exam. Today is our 3 year anniversary. We leave for the beach on Saturday, or, as people say here on the east coast we are "goin' down the shore." Everything is good.

Here are some highlight photos from our trip - all taken before the illness hit him. All in all I think it was a pretty good time.

He loved the swing Grampy put up for him...

He loved the corn on the cob Grammy made for him...

And he loved his little wading pool...