Sorry it took me longer than a day to get back to you. Things got in the way...life started getting busy again...I'm occasionally stopped in my tracks with the knowledge that in less than THREE WEEKS my husband will be home for good.
Yeah...I find myself wandering around in a daze thinking about it when I should have been doing more important stuff like...updating my blog!
But...let me just tell you the story of our 3AM stroll through Andrews Air Base...
It all started around 12:30AM when our flight arrived, taxied, parked and we all got off and went to find our bags.
I thought that just maybe someone would be there waiting...there was nobody there.
A nice man named Hugh, who was waiting until 7AM for a flight out to Indiana, offered me the use of his cell phone.
So, I called my sister, Jenna.
No one answered.
I called her cell phone.
No one answered.
So I called her husband Jason's cell phone.
No one answered.
Hmmmm.....ok...so I thought *maybe* they just were sleeping or missed the calls and I'd call back in about 20 minutes.
1:00AM - I call again...all three phones. No one answers.
1:30AM - I call again...all three phones. No one answers.
2:00AM - I call again...all three phones and I leave the message that I'd try one more time in 1/2 hour and if I still didn't reach anyone we were going to bed down in the "children's room" for the night. (They had these awesome bean bags that were calling my name.)
2:30AM - I call for the last time and the phone is answered...
Me: "Who is this?"
Garrett: "Its Garrett." (Garrett is 10 and should NOT have been answering the phone at 2:30AM!)
Me: "What are you doing answering the phone at 2:30AM?!" (I can't believe I scolded him! He saved us some serious drama!)
Garrett: "I just heard it ringing so I went to pick it up."
Me: "You should be in bed! But nevermind...go give the phone to your mom."
Garrett: "I'm sorry, but she's asleep right now and I don't want to wake her up."
Me: "Garrett - I promise she won't be mad...go give your mom the phone."
Garrett: "No, really I can't do that. She's sleeping really deeply." (Love that kid for protecting his mom's sleep so vehemently.)
Me: "GARRETT GIVE YOUR MOM THE PHONE. I promise it will be ok."
Jenna comes on the line and informs me that Jason has been waiting for us since 12:30AM at the front gate because they wouldn't let him on post!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WE WERE 3 MILES APART FOR THE LAST 2.5 HOURS AND DIDN'T KNOW IT?
So starts the "how to get to the front gate" part of the trip...
#1. Call a taxi to come from off post (45 minute wait) - have the taxi drive us 3 miles to the front gate.
#2. Wait until 4AM for the nice soldier manning the terminal help desk to get off work and he would drive us to the gate.
"Pack it up girls! We're headed out!"
So, Maddie put on her backpack and grabbed a roller bag in each hand. I strapped Bella in the stroller, threw on a duffel bag and my diaper bag over my shoulders and we started walking.
To the front gate.
Oh what a sight we must have been. I wish I had a photo.
We'd only gone about a mile when an MP pulled up next to us and asked, "Uhm...where are you going?"
He offered us a ride the rest of the way. (Thank you MP!!!!)
Poor Jason celebrated the first 4 hours of his birthday sitting in the visitor's center parking lot of Andrews Air Base. I don't know if I was able to adequately explain our gratitude or my thanks!
Happy Birthday Jason! ( ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...I'm sure he was laughing on the inside. :) )