After a nice, quiet, relaxing Christmas, I got home Sunday night with the realization that Cora would be arriving on Wednesday evening.
My condo was a wreck.
Laundry needed done.
Groceries needed shopping for.
A New Year's party needed shopping for.
Some of that got done. Some of it didn't. Some got sacrificed for blogging. Some of it got sacrificed for talking to Cora on the phone at night.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wednesday arrived, and eventually, so did Cora. Before I left work, I knew that her plane was going to be delayed. I got tot the airport about 8:00 for the estimated 8:30 arrival. And I stood and watched the arrivals board. (There's no place to sit outside of security @ Midway.) Finally, the board changed to "In Range" and then to "Arrived"!
So where was she?
Tick, tick, tick? Where is she? Did she get past me and head to the luggage pickup area? I went down and checked. Nope. As I headed up, I panicked and then thought, "did she head down the escalator as I was coming up?" Yeah, I'm a geek like that. Finally she came bounding down the security lane. She was glowing. Absolutely radiant. As you can see from the picture. Well, actually, I had the camera on "fireworks mode". Ooops.
It took forever for her bags to be unloaded. We passed the time smooching. Yeah, we're that couple at the airport, get over it. Finally her bags arrived. We figure that the delay was to sorting out the bags of the people on the connecting flights, and getting them on their way first.
When we got home, it was time to celebrate my birthday and Christmas. (No, not that way, ya pervs!) As you can see, she brought plenty of gifts. But the only gift I really wanted was to spend time with my fabo fiancée. And that we did.
Sitting on the floor.
In the glow of the Christmas tree.
Unwrapping our presents. (Once again, PERVS!)
But, with the delays and Christmas, and all, it was time to go to bed. (Okay, now you can snicker.)
This was going to be the start of a great weekend.