It's funny how hard it is to stop worrying about Tracy, even though I know he is safe. Last weekend, as I was driving back to Austin from leaving the kids at Gramma's and Grampa's, he called me. Since he got the news that he would be coming home earlier than expected, our phone conversations have always started the same way: "Where are you?" More than once, his answer was "Qatar"; they were stuck waiting on a flight home there for several days. But this time, the answer was very different. "Baltimore!" he said. Baltimore? Maryland? USA? What?
By the time I got home that night, he was asking me to fly out and meet him in Philly. How could I resist? I was only there for about 18 hours, but seeing him, being able to touch him and know that he was whole, was worth the expense and hassle of a last-minute trip.
After outprocessing at Ft. Dix for a few days, Tracy was able to come to Austin for a short visit. I totally dropped the ball on the welcome wagon for this one. Flights were delayed in Baltimore, which meant Tracy spent hours and hours in Nashville, waiting for a flight. He finally got to Austin about 3 am. I had fallen asleep on the couch and somehow silenced my 2 am alarm...the kids and I made it to the airport though, scooped him up, and brought him home. We all got to sleep about 5, and after resting for a while, celebrated Daddy's safe return with brunch at (where else?) Maudie's!
Welcome home sweetheart!
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