In the airport at Philly...
Looking at Kris, I can see why they call it a "Red Eye" flight... I'm sure I look worse. I don't think people in Philadelphia like the Red Sox. I'll give the standard smile and nod to other people, but I get dirty looks instead. So it's either the Sox, or it's no longer the city of brotherly love.
Transferring the kids wasn't too rough (for me). It was nice to be able to go to mass together as a family. Mom and Dad met us for mass too, and then took Maren, Josh, and Cece.
Then a quick bite at Jay and Gina's, give the kids a kiss goodbye, and then off to the airport (thanks for the ride Jay).
The Phx airport isn't too busy at 8:45, so we had some time to kill, and lo and behold, there was a Fox Sports bar right next to our gate.
A cosmo helped calm Kris's nerves.
Our Flight was half hour early, so we have more time to kill in the airport. I suppose it's better to spend that time in a Rocking chair than on an airplane. Plus they have a Dunkin' Donuts.
Kris realized that she didn't super over-plan everything
and sent a last minute email out. Still can't wait to hit Bermuda!