Daniel and I are starved for family attention. We drive for two hours to see an hour and half of family. We had family fly in and lay over for two hours on their way to Paris. Possibly the best part of having access to the airport now a days is that you can meet your "loved ones" at the gate. When Christine walk off the plane, I tackled her with a hug and screamed "Welcome back from Rehab" and she responded with "Thanks it was hard, but Sobriety is for quitters." We did get some uncomfortable looks from others passengers waiting to go to Tampa. But I had always wanted to do that to someone.
We ended up having dinner with them in the International Concourse where my niece was ecstatic to have Panda Express. I think her whole vacation was made just by getting Panda. We ended up having a good time, but they were getting antsy to get going. I couldn't blame them. I told Daniel I wanted to get on the plane with them.
He said it was okay as long as I turned around and took the next flight back. It all ended up with a pooped out little baby who quickly fell asleep in Uncle Daniel's arm after riding around the airport on his shoulders. It was a great visit. I hope they have as much fun (or more?) in Paris.
