The house is clean, all the chores are finished and I'm oh so ready for time with some grandchildren. It has been an extremely long year without them and I am super excited that is has worked out to have Hyrum and Zyra come visit for a few days. Did I make that clear? I am THRILLED!

In fact, I am so excited that I go to the airport super early even though their flight is delayed. Up to the desk I go to get my pass in order to pick them up at the gate and, for the first time ever, have an attendant that is just not nice. Apparently I look like a terrorist today and they have no concern over whether my son and his wife make their connection on -- even though it is on the same airline. I have ALWAYS been able to go in to pick up kids. After giving them my best logic, I am stuck in baggage waiting for the plane to land. As soon as it does, I know that they will have about 10 minutes to drop the kids off, catch the Skylink, and make it to their gate in another terminal. Not risky at all. Argh. I've texted all the information I can to my son and he lets me know when they are at the exit doors where I open the door, tick off the guard and stand firm until he send the kids into my waiting arms. Crazy, but real. At any rate, my babies are in my arms finally.
Grandpa is home working, but by the time we drive home, he is ready to call it a day and the kids have requested walking down to get pizza for dinner. All requests must be met, of course.