To Post or Not To Post

That is the question today.  Because life suddenly has become even more busy and crazy.  And I need to get some laundry sorted before I get ready for work (Bill advised me yesterday to stop saying "I need to get the laundry done tomorrow," but rather to tell myself, "I need to get the laundry started tomorrow."  Good advice, if you're a guy who doesn't care if it takes you all week to finish the laundry), after which I have a doctor's appointment for which I am not really excited.  In fact, I'm a tad stressed out about it.  Maybe airing the fact that I have avoided the annual female exam for over two years because it makes me tense and uncomfortable will help soothe my anxiety.  Or exacerbate it.  Either way, after today it will be done, and my fingers are crossed that no follow-up visits are needed.

Obviously I have chosen to post.  But ever so quickly.

Saturday Bill took a few of the kids to a Rockies game, while Britt and I attended the Relief Society broadcast.

Then yesterday it was time to say goodbye to Britt.  The past 5 days have flown by, and it has been such an amazing feeling having all the kids back home at the same time.  Our consolation is knowing that she will be back in a couple of weeks (however it will be an even briefer - is that a word? -  visit)... with her grandparents, aunt, and cousin(s).

On our way to the airport last night, this was part of the scene in the car.

Me:  (Looking at the rate of speed we were traveling) "Hey, hon, you don't want to speed -- there are always cops on this road."

Bill:  Slows down a bit.  Then ever-so-slowly and discreetly his speed climbs.  (We were running a little late, and were nervous that Britt's luggage would not make the flight.)

Me:  Thinking to myself, "It's going to take us longer to get there if we get pulled over."  But, like a good wife, I didn't say anything because that would be nagging.  I responded to a text and checked something online.

Bill:  Suddenly slows down and pulls over.

I glanced out the back window, only to see this:

Can you believe how dirty my window is?
Reminded me of the good advice from President Monson given the night before.

That little detour set us back a few more minutes.  Minutes that we didn't have to spare in the first place.  

So once we finally arrived at the airport, the tension was high.  

Instead of the family all going in to give hugs, well-wishes, take a few pictures, and bid a fond farewell, a few of us hopped out of the car, ran in to the ticket counter, processed Britt's luggage, and watched as she entered the crowded, zig-zagging, slow-moving line of passengers waiting to get through security.  

I heard someone say it would be a 30 minute process.  Oh my, Britt didn't have 30 minutes.  She was flying Southwest, and at DIA, their gates are the farthest possible from the terminals.  We anxiously watched and waited while Bill drove the loop a million times.  

Once Britt was through the line, we headed back to the car to relieve Bill and Shi from the endless looping.  I told Bill to wait before we headed back home, in case Britt missed the flight.  After a few long minutes, she texted that she had made it.  She was safely seated on the plane (in a middle seat, being that she was the last person boarded).  She said they were paging her as she ran to her gate.  Phew.  That was close.

So our day of rest, wasn't.  (Britt and I also subbed in the nursery earlier in the day, which was a couple hours of pure intensity.)  But it was still great to have a few moments to enjoy the family, around the table, sharing a meal together.
That was bliss.