Well, K-man and the boys arrived safely in Chicago, early.
Got through immigration and customs without a hitch.
Then found out that their flight home is delayed.
Sigh.
K is losing his mind.
Oh, I forgot to mention that little Isaiah-Tooty-Fruit didn't sleep
at all on the 14 hour flight home.
That explains K's mind going....going, gone.
Please pray that this last flight WILL leave when they say it's supposed to (or earlier)!!
Which will put them at our airport at 8:15 tonight (Saturday).
I'm so ready for our family to be together.
Thanks for praying.
Oh and one last thing.
My fellas went to dinner (lunch...breakfast?) at the airport
and K ordered chips & salsa.
Hao Hao didn't like the salsa.
Gasp!
This too needs dedicated prayer.
Our family eats salsa at practically every meal.
Not even joking.
Even Macy winced when I told her HH didn't like it.
How will he survive here?
He must learn to love it.
He must.




