Filght Delays, Time given

We took Brittany to the airport yesterday so she could fly out to Newark, NJ. Mama was tempted to just drop her off and let her do all the check in stuff while we got back to the grandkids, but we decided to go in and check the status of her flight and connections. Those of you traveling this week to any point on the East Coast north of the Carolina’s will understand.


We had been watching the weather pretty intently since the storm that burried the area in snow hit a couple days ago. The news made it pretty clear that several thousands of flights had been canceled leaving one hundred times that many stranded at airports for the last several days.

The person helping Brittany was a jewel. The attendent was worried that since her flight from Amarillo had been delayed by over an hour Brittany would miss her connecting flight in Houston. That didn’t sound too frightening until she explained that there was not a flight out of Houston to Newark for the next three days. Every other route proved difficult also, so Mama and Brittany decided to risk the route she was scheduled to take and hope to make the connection in Houston.

When we got home we prayed that God would take care of it knowing that if she missed her flight to Newark we have many friends in Houston who would have happily entertained her until we were there on Sunday. As it turned out, she did an “O J Simpson” through the airport and got on her scheduled connectin as they were getting ready to shut the door. So she made it to Newark in good shape while Andrew was delayed on his flights.

Maggie’s future in-laws also made it home to New Jersey and are now well exercised from clearing the snow on their driveway. That is proof that White Christmas’s are even better from a safe distance.

It is a pleasure having our grandkids with us. It is also a mess and fairly expensive, b ut those are very minor sacrifices compared to knowing that we are remembered by those we adore. Memories are so short in the minds of little ones that the best way to be remembered is to be in their hearts; that takes time.

I appreciate Cori and Nate giving us that time. Who knows when it will no longer be ours to give? Right now it is - and we will.