I was privileged to go along on some working trips with my favorite captain--to Nice, Amsterdam, Athens, Barcelona, and twice to San Juan--back when we first became almost-but-not-quite empty-nesters (our youngest son was still in college during those jet-setting days, so he was back home with us during his breaks). I haven't accompanied my guy on any trips to exotic locales for the past few years, however, as our brood of grandbabies has been growing exponentially and going to see them beats anything Europe has to offer. (By a mile, truly!)
By the time I board my international flight in less than two hours, I will have spent about ten hours in the Atlanta airport today. I had to fly here early this morning, as there weren't a lot of options out of the VA city where sons #3 and 4 live. I had to break away [rip that Band-Aid off fast, Grammy!] from all the cuteness at our middle son's home, where my husband and I have been staying for about a week, offering what help we could as he and Preciosa transition to having two kids under two (make that two kids 16 months and under!). It was tough to leave all that cuteness, I'll tell you. Not just the wee ones, but my cute boyfriend of 42 years/husband of 35 as well.
|G-Man and his newborn baby sister, Princesa.|
I don't mind long waits at the airport, though. What can I say?--I am not easily bored! And I was thrilled to hear this announcement over he PA system at about 11:25 a.m.: "There will be a Catholic Mass at 11:30, at the chapel located on Concourse F." I quickly shoved all of my various gadgets, which I'd been charging up for the trip, into my carry-on bag and ran to the train that would take me from Concourse C to Concourse F. I arrived at the small chapel late, but made it in time for the gospel--and soon afterward, about eight others joined me (including an angelic one-year-old girl holding a chunky wooden toddler Rosary).
I cannot even tell you how thrilled I was to be able to attend Mass before getting on that plane tonight! I was tearing up throughout the service, so filled with emotion was I. And I was a little sad that I'd been chewing gum when the announcement was made and would be unable to receive Communion. BUT--the priest gave all of us a dispensation, since we hadn't been given enough notice to properly fast before receiving the Sacrament of Holy Eucharist. What joy! What a wonderful experience that was for me! As many times as I've been in this airport, I didn't even know that Masses were held there! (I only wish I'd known I could have gone to Confession, too!)
Now in closing, a prayer of thanksgiving. Thank you, God: for these five wonderful boys whose care you entrusted to my husband and me; for the many blessings you have bestowed on our family; and finally, for air travel (and giving me a husband whose job makes it affordable for us!).