The day after we said good-bye to Maren, Glenn and I flew out to Utah (July 24th). Sirie was getting married, and we wanted to be there for all the festivities. We were able to be there longer than Paul because he couldn't take that many days off work. Paul joined us after a week or so. Glenn was excited to travel on airplanes again. We had Sirie's father-in-law, who works for an airline, get us buddy passes...which meant that we were on standby for the flights. We made the mistake of not booking a direct flight. I thought I would save us some money and I knew Glenn would have more fun riding more than one airplane.
Well...I just didn't think very well. : D
We took the convenient flight out of Dulles at 6am. When Paul dropped us off, I forgot to grab the car seat for Glenn. I checked in the other bags and was about to go to security when I remembered. I called Paul and made him come back to give me the car seat. I didn't have time to check it, so I had to just drag it along with me. When I finally got through security, we had to rush towards our gate. One thing I've never really understood is why airports don't have more clocks! I didn't know what time it was--so I thought I had plenty of time. But then over the speakers I heard, "Final call for passengers Kayley and Glenn Jensen for flight...." What?! Thankfully the gate wasn't too far from where I was, but we still had to run to get there. I dragged the car seat, and held Glenn's hand while we ran. Poor Glenn-he was tired. It was pretty early still and I was trying to go fast. At one point I dropped one of our tickets, but someone was nice enough to get it to me. We finally made it to the gate and boarded the plane.
And it wasn't long after that that we were in the air.
Phew!
I took only one picture of Glenn in the airplane...but he had a lot of fun sitting by the window and looking out, pointing to all the buttons, and seeing what everything around him did. He liked getting apple juice and pretzels and cookies. (After that first flight, he couldn't wait for them to come around on all the other flights.)
I was grateful that we were able to get on that flight and had a lot of hope for the next flight. Little did I know that it would be a long time before I would finally get to Utah.