Confirming The Obvious

 

Apparently I slept, but of course my husband did not. With multiple delays (and at least one notification that said his flight was delayed overnight!) someone needed to be be in their right mind, and as usual, it was you-know-who. 

At some point a photo appeared of Hudson on a plane, smiling. Of course! Even inside a delayed airplane with no indication of when or how the flight would go, he looked fine and in control. Troubleshooting in a center seat while others on their phones were doing the same. 

Then Airplane Mode descended, and the silence was long. It included walking in the drizzle and the occasional message that, since the plane had been late, so would be the train. I knew this feeling. The great Domino effect, one slip leading to the next. But somewhere on Fore Street my phone buzzed and Hudson's name showed up on my watch face! I felt instantly that Customs, Declarations, Heathrow Express and the Great Western Railway had all been achieved - without me! And Airplane Mode would be mercifully OFF for the next two weeks. 

I shouted his name, surrounded by noisy gas line men and drills. Hudson heard the half-yell and said,"Grandma! Don't worry, it's OK. I'm alive!"

Alive. Now how did he know to say that? It was lovely, obvious, and comfortingly important; just what a grandmother needed to hear. The perfect confirmation.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady