|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Viewed: 4/19/2019
|Topics/Keywords: #Arizona #Florida #USAir #Zachary||Page Views: 2978|
|Michael, Zach and I return home from our East Coast vacation.|
To be honest, it's all kind of blurry now and I don't have much to say about it. But today we flew from Florida to Arizona and, because of the time zone differences, we arrived early enough for me to get to work for half a day!
We were supposed to have gotten completely ready the night before, even to pre-showering. (How dirty can one get in a clean bed, anyway?) And so everyone did. All bags were packed. All we had to do was slip into our day clothes, toss our night things into our bags, load them into the car, and leave. What could possibly go wrong?
I was getting into the driver's seat when I habitually checked my pocket—and realized my wallet wasn't there. I ran back into the house and checked the bedroom….no wallet. I looked in the bathroom…no wallet. I looked in the kitchen. Then I looked in the bedroom again, in case it had gone back in there while I was looking elsewhere for it. Then I checked my pocket again, in case it wasn't really missing and I had just overlooked it somehow.
By now Michael and Zachary had joined in the search, even though Zachary's busy week had finally caught up with him and he was now so groggy he didn't have any idea what he was looking for. Michael was his usual helpful self, asking if I had looked in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen just after he saw me leave those rooms, then going in to check them anyway.
We didn't have a lot of spare time. I had planned on leaving the house at 5 am, an hour to drive to Jacksonville Airport, and an hour to get through JAX less-than-efficient security gauntlet. It was now pushing 6 am and I still didn't have my wallet, which means I didn't have my license/ID or credit card.
I had printed our boarding passes the night before in my sister's home office. Maybe I left it there? I checked, and no. So I looked in the bedroom again.
Finally, I exhaled, remembered my lost-wallet experience in Alaska, and tried to look within for my inner knowledge of where I had put it. The image of my carry-on bag came to mind, and I trotted out to the car to look in there. I'd already done so, but now I took each thing out of it. Sure enough, my wallet (which must have fallen in when I was dressing) had dropped into my sleeping shorts and gotten folded into them so I didn't feel it when I was looking for it the first time.
So, an hour late, we were on our way.
I didn't panic or speed. I just proceeded up I-95, watching the sky lighten and the stars disappear, confident that we'd make our flight.
Despite the fact that it's Thursday, there was no morning traffic. What's more, the construction we'd encountered a week ago was gone. It was clear sailing right through the heart of Jacksonville. We returned our rental car without incident and walked directly to security. That line moved slowly as it always does in Jacksonville, but we got through it and proceeded to our gate. Except that there was no time to buy breakfast, we were fine and boarded our flight easily. (A major advantage to traveling with a ten-year-old is they let you "pre" board ahead of anyone else.)
There was a slight holdup waiting to take off. We actually left the ground about 30 minutes late. The flight to Charlotte was only 50 minutes, so we weren't in danger of missing our connection; but, again, there was no time to buy breakfast and our final flight was about 5 hours long. We would have to buy the dreaded box snacks aboard the flight.
Well, they weren't actually that bad. Even Zach found stuff he could eat. And we mostly slept, anyway.
So, before we knew it, the plane touched down at Phoenix' Sky Harbor Airport. Mary was already waiting for us in the car, she said over my cell phone.
Just as we got off the plane, Zach caught my eye, smiled, and said, "Papa…thanks so much for taking me."
I melted, as I always do when he thanks me for something, and replied, "And thank you for coming."
If there's anything more wonderful than having a terrific kid come along on a vacation, I don't know what it would be!