Here's the video of us walking into the South Bend airport well near midnight. Ché was sleeping. He woke up pretty quickly and was very confused.
Our family was incredibly happy. Mike got misty-eyed. We then put on a ridiculous coat and hat, (each much to big), and packaged him into the carseat for the ride home. The rest, is well Chéstory. It was definately a scary time, a joyous time, and a time I hope I never forget. There were so many memories made in that hotel room, with the balcony overlooking the chicken buses, and the baby lounge. The numerous games of drop object someone will pick it up and more. I was afraid to come home to "normalcy," yet anxious to leave to start our lives together. So as my blogger friend prepares to come home, I say good luck, hang on tight to your memories, and thanks for the opportunity to re-live mine!