Now that I have my camera cord... (Well, I never actually found MY camera cord. My Mom had an extra one that fit our camera. Thanks Mom!)
It is time to reminisce about by little brother coming home from Guatemala.
Although it has been over a month since he came home, I still forget that he is really here and just a phone call away. (I guess that is what happens when you are gone for two years.)
Adam was scheduled to fly into Cheyenne airport around 9:45pm. Due to getting some last minute preparations, (such as making signs, a banner, getting balloons, and getting ready) we were running a little late. Which ended up leading to sprinting through the parking lot and bursting through the airport doors. Only to find out a few minutes later that Adam was not even on his flight.
Yep. No Adam.
Surprisingly my Mom and Dad took it well.
Though, needless to say, we were quite bummed. Our grand entrance was for nothing. We did get a lot of stares as we held up signs and balloons for a person that wasn't even on the flight.
This picture just about sums up our feelings. I was quite sad and Alayna was quite tired.
After several phone calls, we tracked down Adam and found out he was in Denver. There was a mix up with the tickets. We decided it wasn't that much farther down to Denver, so we would just drive down and get him.
The wait was totally worth it though!Here we are in the Denver airport. I couldn't believe he was really there.