Wednesday night I didn't sleep well. I was wired about Grandma and the
twins arriving the next morning. Their flight was landing at Heathrow at
8:30. Although it was our last day of school before the Easter/Spring
break, I wasn't going. I was going to drop Jacob and Andy off at school,
then go to the airport to pick Grandma and the twins up.
The alarm was set for 5:30, but I was awake already at 5:00, so I turned
it off, got up, showered, and dressed. I made sure Andy and Jacob were
awake, then I went downstairs to make a pot of coffee, and cook our
breakfast.
Jacob wandered into the kitchen just as I'd finished frying some bacon.
Andy followed a few minutes later, still yawning. Jacob fed Jack and got
juice for everyone, and Andy made toast, while I scrambled some eggs.
We ate together quietly, then picked up the kitchen. After breakfast, we
still had a few minutes before we had to leave, so we stripped Jacob's
bed and re-made it, as the twins were going to sleep in his room. We
also made up the bed on the sleeper-sofa in the den for Jacob. Elizabeth
had already changed the sheets on her bed. She and Grandma would be
sharing it, although, for the most part they'd be using it at different
times, due to Elizabeth working the night shift. When we were finished,
we left.
* * *
I dropped Jacob and Andy at school, then drove to Heathrow. I arrived
there at 8:15. The information board said that their flight was running
10 minutes late. I had about 25 minutes until they were due to land, so
I bought a newspaper, went to a coffee shop, got a large coffee, and sat
down to wait.
A while later, there was an announcement that their flight had just
landed, so I finished my coffee and made my way to the waiting area
outside of customs. After a short wait I saw them queuing up in line to
be checked through. The boys were waving wildly at me. Grandma stood by
smiling and waving too. I grinned and waved back. After about another
15 minutes, it was their turn. They were processed swiftly, without even
having to open their luggage, and a minute later, the boys were running
toward me at full force. Dropping their luggage they both leaped into my
arms. Grandma calmly walked toward us, smiling, as I wrapped my arms
around the boys, hugging them tightly.
"Well, we made it!" Grandma exclaimed, as she walked up behind the
twins. It took me a couple minutes to extricate myself from John's and
Scott's arms, so I could give her a hug too.
