Two hours and counting! After months of waiting, paper work, praying and hoping you would think that the last two hours would feel like nothing... but you'd be wrong. :-)
I feel like a first time Dad pacing anxiously back and forth in the Hospital hall way, waititng for the Nurses to tell me everything is OK and that the Doctor is bringing the baby out.
But instead of a hospital, it is an airport, and instead of nurses, there are flight attendands, instead of doctors there are Pilots bringing my Son.
But in this metaphor, there are no TSA Screening agents doing full body cavity searches just because you want to bring toothpaste on the airplane... But I digress... 2 HOURS!!!! Whoooo!