Friday, June 30.
Fernando's birthday, and the day he came home! His plane was scheduled to arrive later at night, so he missed going with our good friends C and C, plus M and T, and a bunch of kids, to a White Sox game. We met at C's and C's home, piled into their 15-passenger van, and headed into the city.
Chris brought his tablet, since he loves to track airline traffic. He asked what flight Fernando was one, and once I told him, he let us all know when Fernando would be flying by. It was during the National Anthem, so I snuck a photo with my phone as his plan flew by in the distance!
I brought my camera for a few fun shots of the game.
After a great fireworks show at the end of the game, we made our way back to C's and C's home, and I drove home from there, twenty minutes to greeting Fernando and starting the weekend together.
I was telling Fernando about a song he needed to hear, and rooted through my purse to try to find my phone. I turned around, and THOMAS WAS STANDING THERE! I screamed, hugged, cried, hugged again. He told
no one he was flying home for the weekend! Fernando had arrived home, then noticed a car pulling into our driveway. He looked out, and Thomas got out of the Uber driver's car and came walking up! They all waited for me to get home to complete the surprise!
The next day, I had to go to work (this is getting old fast, now that Fernando is home only for a few days!), so Fernando snapped a pic of Thomas and me together.
The weekend flew by, we brought Thomas to O'Hare Airport to fly back to Orlando, I worked some more, and then drove Fernando to Midway Airport to fly back to Rhode Island. Too short, but packed full of
together. Thank You, Lord!
Back to life,
Christine
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