This will be long. Buckle your seat belt, put your seat back in the upright position, ensure your table top is up and secured, and hang on for the ride. My flight into Boston was smooth and uneventful once I was on the plane. Getting to the airport was the adventure. Getting off work, at the beginning of rush hour traffic is bad enough. Finding out in time I was leaving from DFW airport, not Love Field, was a miracle. Picking the right route to the airport was essential. But using the expressway - not such a good idea. I sped right past my exit. Getting turned around off the expressway, and back into the poor man's lane was painful, but I was okay until I got to the airport. There's a south and north remote parking areas. I was rudely prevented from exiting to the south, and had to drive miles to get to the north lot, wait for the bus to pick me up, endure all the other stops ahead of mine, and wait in security with one TSA agent manning the ID check point, and others manning ONE entry X- ray machine. Seriously. I walked up to my gate while they were boarding. So much for getting there two hours ahead of my flight.
Dad picked me up around 11 p.m., and found Grampy and Hunter up on the porch waiting for my arrival, on the new front porch. I had been up since 4 a.m., and didn't have the foresight to think about snapping a photo. It is a wonderful thing to see loved ones waiting for your return, gives you a glimpse into heaven. Such love had to be shared, and I snuggled into bed to say hello to your grandmother.
I haven't had a chance to ask Hunter what he did for the three days before we all arrived, but I do know he went to the new Hartford Connecticut temple with the Bachs.
We spent Thursday morning in bed with Grampy playing Scrabble. Since only four could fit around the board, the rest of us were cracking the jokes, braiding your sister's hair, and painting Grampy's toe nails.
(Missing you - see your spot?)
Friday we took AnneMarie to the Concord / Lexington area. Whenever I go, it always makes my July 4th more meaningful. Listening to your father explain things, again, reminds me, again, of the treasure I found. It was hot. Too hot, but we made good time back to Brigahm St. pool, pizza from Emma's Northborough House of Pizza, and a minor league game at Lowell's Spinners.
Highlights include Miller getting three balls, Breyer and Hunter getting their picture together in caricature, the Boston policeman bobblehead giveaway depicting the moment the curse was broken, watching the team win with the two last at bats, and baby Nora blinking her baby blues at all who turned her way. It was hot. Too hot, but we sat in somebody else's seats, in the shade, and had a ball.
Upon our return I found Grampy in an incoherent enough state to make me think he had a fever. He did. Grammy and I loaded him up and had him inside the emergency room in Framingham before 11 p.m. We found out he'd be admitted and had your grandmother out the door by 1 a.m. I stayed the night with him, crawling into a bed the nurses brought me by 3:30 a.m. There was no place I'd rather be. His bladder infection required IV antibiotics, so he'll stay in for them. His leg that's in pain is either a muscle tear, a nerve injury from lifting too much when they moved, or his metasticized cancer spot on his spine might be affecting the nerve to his leg. Either way, he's in good hands and I'll be going back later today.
LauraBeth pulled into town from Canada and brought me home when your grandmother came back to the hospital. Everyone else ventured into Boston for the Freedom Trail. Again, it was too hot. So the two mile walk turned into mini drives, from Bunker Hill to the USS Constitution to the USS Cassin Young.
Today after church a small contingency went to Sharon, VT to show AnneMarie the birthplace of Joseph Smith. More on their adventures at a later time.
The week is just beginning, the schedule full, and your letter will be large next week as well.
Know how much we miss you. How proud we are to call you son. How excited we are as you near the first year mark.
Love,
Mom
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