Goodbyes are miserable, so I survived the past few days by telling people that I was off to run some errands. We pretended that I'm off on a two-year hunt for the perfect hiking boots. So far so good. Whenever I start to get sad, I just remember that I'm off in search of hiking boots, which doesn't sound nearly so drastic as moving to a foreign country.
Our travel day went beyond well. When the Khakis moved to Africa, they probably memorized Psalm 119 as a family. Not the Fordhams. We read, played with magnets, watched Pink Panther cartoons (great because they are all visual so you don't have to worry about sound). After dinner, we declared it time for bed. Shortly thereafter, we had a row of sleeping children. They woke up on the ground in Stuttgart. Customs took us a total of 15 minutes.
Things could have deteriorated into bleak dispair had it not been for the Airport Fairy in the form of Dean, Andy's boss, who looks the antithesis of a fairy in every way. He and his wife, Lisa, loaded our massive suitcases into his minivan and escorted us to the hotel. We were then presented with a massive basket of German chocolates and wine. Happy moment.
The happiness faded a bit when it took us four hours to get i.d.'s to get to Andy's work place. The fine folks at Willow Grove had him listed as being in Afghanistan. The guy in Stuttgart insisted that Andy was instead standing in front of him in Germany. It took a lot of convincing, but obvious finally won.
Lisa entertained the kids throughout. At the end of the day, Tess looked at me with dewy eyes and said, "I love her. She's the best boss's wife ever!"
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