Coming Home

Being home is awesome!

I'm loving being around my hubs and family again.

But between jet lag, emotions, and a weird sleeping schedule, I'm not so sure they feel the same.

Right now, for example, it's 6:50am, and I have been wide awake for the past hour or so.

My tummy woke me up growling because apparently, it still is on China time so it was wanting dinner.

Husband is asleep so I'm trying my best to not wake him.

Let me back up a little.

I've been in such a haze that I haven't posted since getting to Hong Kong.

Here's the condensed version that I'll spell out later:
Touring was fun,
No sleep on the long plane ride,
Customs was a super busy nightmare,
Slept half an hour on the plane from Detroit.

Dad was supposed to pick me up at the airport because Chad and Mom both had to work.

So the four of us walked out past security, scanning the crowd for our families.

Shannon and Monte's families were right there waiting.

I didn't see Dad, which I thought was strange because he told me he'd be there. So we walked out further.

And I scanned the crowd and then laid eyes on the MOST welcome sight of all...

My husband.

Smiling and looking very attractive in his shirt and tie.

Because he left work early to surprise me at the airport.

And was holding 2 dozen red roses.

So I ran over to him (which is a big deal because you KNOW I don't run)

And then I threw my arms around him.

And started to sob like a child.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep.

But probably it was how happy I was to see him.

Being newlywed and apart for 2 weeks was hard.

I think it took until we were stuck traffic on 270 until my heartbeat went back to normal.

Sorry ladies, the best man is taken.

And he's MINE! :)