Get the feedJammies
Sunday, May 24th 2009
When my husband was finally finished with his month long military service in Italy, the kids and I planned on going to the Nashville airport to pick him up. Even though his flight was to arrive after 9 o’clock on Saturday night, the kids were excited about driving to get him in their pajamas, staying up late, and filling in Daddy on all the details of life since he left.
We have a rule: if Southwest doesn’t fly there, you don’t need to go. But since Uncle Sam wanted my husband to go to Italy on Delta airlines, he steeled his nerves and went. Of course, it was eventful.
After a four hour delay at JFK in New York, David finally made it to Nashville well after midnight. By this time, the kids were snugly tucked in bed and I faced a dilemma. Should I wake the kids up for a middle-of-the-night foray to the Nashville airport? (This would be more than a two hour ordeal.)
My neighbor had previously texted me to see if he had returned, and graciously offered to babysit so the kids wouldn't have to get out of bed. And that's exactly what she did-- came to my house in the middle of the night and sat there til we got home at 3.
Even though Delta lost David’s luggage, we were touched by Kim’s neighborly offer and amused by the fact that she showed up wearing flannel pajamas.
That's a neighbor, folks.
Nancy French
Nancy French is an author, commentator, and mother. Her next book, about the year her husband spent in Iraq is due out July 4, 2011. Connect with her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/NancyAndersonFrench and follow her on Twitter at https://twitter.com/nancyafrench.
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