Santa...just like everyone else....

tends to run a tad fashionably late...but I guess when you are talking about me wanting Juice home oh so very much....more UNfashionably late is more like it...I was half tempted to write a letter to the customer service department over at the north pole....BUT in the end...when all is said and done...and I finish with my little tantrum that even the awriest of two year olds would admire....

I'm just so very blessed to have him home....4 Days late...not such a big deal...having that tantrum was oh so unbecoming....and glad the three dogs were the only ones that were in attendance....wouldn't want Pooh to get any ideas....

So I did get my Christmas wish...which I think had much less to do with ole Saint Nick...and more to do with J.C....I really am trying to do better with letting him do his thing...with his plan....but the controller in me....well you know....TRY is the operative word here....



It really is amazing how very....lets say unceremonial his return was....as unceremonial as his leaving....I actually felt a little bad...that it wasn't more festive...or dramatic...




11:00 A.M...call to say they should be arriving sometime between 10:30 p.m and 12:30 a.m...WaWa coffee run...check



wait....wait....wait....wait....wait....wait...wait....wait...



7:00 p.m. call to say that the plane radioed in...and should be arriving at 9:30 p.m...OH lord...only gives me an hour to get somewhat dolled up...as the butterflies are having a tweedle beetle battle in my stomach.....



8:15 p.m...put a sleeping Pooh in the car...with his Christmas Jammies...to bring a little festive cheer...and off we go....thank God all the Police were off on more important errands....to Dunkin Donuts....and didn't see my speedometor top 80 in a 65...whoops....



9:15 p.m...make it to the squadron building...to wait for the bus to take us to the flight line...and how sad is this...Pooh and I were the ONLY family members from Juices Squadron to be there...So I was going to bring on extra cheer for them...



9:50 p.m....drive out to the flight line....and wait.....and wait...and wait some more....the tweedle beetle battle has turned into an all out war in my stomach...and Pooh...well he's had enough...and the WHOLE bus knew about it....



10:10 p.m. ..walk up the stairs to the inside of the plane....and WHOOSH....tweedle beetles...anialated...a warm, loving...welcome...with families from the other squadron meeting their loved ones....it made all the irritation just go away....but crap...forgot the camera....of course...(so I'm including Pics from the LAST homecoming....)

11:30 p.m.....Finally driving home....and can I just say....not a good idea to let a man drive...who has only been traveling in vehicles that go up to 619 mph....yeah....record time...

12:00 a.m .....all I can say...all that movie worthy romance....well...the most action I got was a kiss...and some snoring in my ear.....

So now this morning as I sit sipping on a cup of coffee....writing this....the cosmos has realigned....that little bit of nervousness and worry...that is everpresent whenever he is away...has quieted....and hallelujah....my feet were actually warm all night....

I really did miss his "Holy Crap your Feet are Cold"....nightly ritual....

it's those little things....like hearing him gargle...that I can't take for granted...for I know....within the next 2-4 months...he'll be back across the wild brown yonder....

But hey....Christmas Wishes...can happen all year long....