Waiting, waiting, waiting, his flight was delayed an hour and 15 minutes! 
The happiest of reunions!!
Poor baby threw up a few times on the plane...I just loved hearing his voice and I stared at him from the back seat.
The next morning...oh how I loved to see him in his bed. At home.
His garments and shirts were filthy, no longer white but a shade of brown and grey. He worked hard!!
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