Charlie arrived home late Saturday night. Because it was unlikely that he would catch a flight out of San Diego before at least today, he instead opted to drive north to Los Angeles, and fly out of LAX.
When I told my mother what had happened, she gasped and said, "Jen, there are NO accidents. I just pray that the plane that he was supposed to be flying home on from San Diego, is safe. And ... that the plane he is on from LA is safe."
My mother has an uncanny ability to 1) win every drawing she ever enters and 2) foresee the future. So her words took my breath away and I then proceeded to worry for the next several hours. What if. What if the plane from SD is doomed? What if the plane from LAX is doomed?
While I certainly enjoyed the "concentrated time" with our children, the thought of my beloved being on a doomed plane had me in a state. While I didn't let on to the kids all the worries of my mind, I did have them sit with me, cross-legged in a prayer circle, and we held a vision of Charlie in our minds, as we prayed for him and his plane. The plane that he was on, and the one that he was supposed to be on. Provided he was on the right plane and was actually flying home this past Saturday, February 19.
(Note to self: we should reconvene our prayer circle for the plane he actually held a ticket for that is flying home on Saturday, March 19.)
When I saw Charlie on Saturday night, standing outside the airport, he was so happy to see us - and we were so happy to see him. I also felt relieved, excited, ecstatic and blessed.
Yesterday, we enjoyed what appears to be our last Spring-like day before cold temperatures and rain / snow is due again tomorrow, by running around the yard - flying kites and playing baseball. It was the happiest day of our lives.
We're so incredibly thankful Daddy is back home where he is needed, most of all. And I'm also thankful that we've got more snow in the forecast. I thought for sure the kids wouldn't have an opportunity to wear their boots again until next season.