There's never a dull moment when traveling with the Whites. We were on our way to Denver to visit kids and grand kids. It was the first time our family of four was flying together. We wanted to get to Denver early so we decided to take a 6 a.m. flight.
Tom comes from a family of over anxious travelers. He still thinks you should get to the airport two hours before your flight. I, however, come from a family of procrastinators who think everything should be left until the last minute.
We compromised and got up at 4 a.m. to leave at 4:30. Unfortunately, we didn't get out the door until 4:40.
The drive went quickly. There wasn't any traffic at that time of the morning. We parked in long term parking and started walking towards the terminal. That took longer than anticipated but we were still good on time.
When we got to the security checkpoint, we all started to get nervous. The line was long. We had 30 minutes until take-off. Tom was mumbling and grumbling the whole time about how we should have left earlier. It was tense but we got through security.
Tom had on some heavy duty shoes for hiking. There was no time to put those babies on because we were headed to the very last gate of the terminal. There he was racing to get to the gate in his stocking feet. Me huffing and puffing behind.
We were half way to our gate when we heard our names over the loud speaker to head to our gate for departure. I told the kids to run ahead. Even Tom was trying to run with his bad knees. My body isn't designed for running. I was walking as fast as I could which isn't very fast.
Unbelievably, we made it. We were the last to board the plane. Everyone was upset. I'm amazed I made it to the plane without having a coronary. We've settled into the flight and I've been able to write this post on my phone, of all things.
A few days in Denver is just what the doctor ordered. I think Tom will have his way for the returning flight. I suspect we'll get to the airport two hours early and I will happily comply.
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