We Made It

We.made.it. Barely.

Michael was perfect the whole flight to Houston. He slept for 3 hours out of the 11 and never really fussed. He was incredible! Good thing too since I was flying with him internationally BY MYSELF!

After 11 hours in the air, we were redirected to San Antonio because there was a storm over Houston and we didn't have enough gas to wait it out.

So we refueled, but then had to wait because other planes were refueling near us and so we couldn't start our engines.

Then, we were cleared to go. But a girl on our flight had an asthma attack so the doctors came on board.

Finally, we arrived in Houston and went through the billions of lines at customs and inspections.

4 hours late. Better late than never.

I almost cried when I saw the sign "Welcome to Houston" and my parents.

It feels great to be back in Texas.

Love,
P

Must Eat Chips

Do you prefer...

tortilla chips with a bit of lime...

or baked cheetos?
If you're Michael, you'd say, "Both."