I left you all with my family leaving our house for the airport. Our take off time was 6:50 a.m. It's an easy 35-40 minute drive to the Tulsa Airport and we left the house about 5:10a, est. time of arrival to check bags was 6:00a which for our airport is PLENTY of time.
What we didn't count on... as soon as we parked an airport worker pulled up in the golf cart baggage carrier contraption to assist with luggage and driving us up to the check-in. AWESOME! We wouldn't have to walk in the cold. HOWEVER... Mr. ?? whose name eludes me right now immediately recognized my DH and begins to question him to determine how he knows him. Turns out, Mr. ?? was a retired coach who had coached some baseball games against my DH and Mr. ?? was extremely talkative and distracted by running into DH. SO what should have taken just minutes to get up to the baggage check, took literally 10 minutes... clock is now ticking in my head... it's COLD outside... and as we finally make our way up to baggage check... I'm hearding our children and luggage to the door while DH is still being contained by Mr. ??.
We were already checked in so all we had to do was drop our luggage off. Took maybe a minute. Just as I started to feel a little bit of relief... we head up the escalators and in all of my years of flying out of this airport, I have NEVER seen a line at security check. And boy was there a line...
The time is now pushing 6:20a. There was no doubt in my mind that they were beginning to board our plane. We tell DH bye and basically Erin and I were crying. Couldn't help it. Just felt so strange to be leaving him behind even knowing he would be catching up with us in a few days. He tells us bye and heads back to find the car so he can get to school on time and we submit to the security line. Erin is still teary eyed, and now also realizing our plane leaves in 30 minutes. So she is now fretting, as well. I'm trying to be the rooster and the hen of our family so I put on the 'fake happy face' and reassure them the plane won't leave us. They have our bags, they know we are here and they don't want to have to figure out how to get us there so they will wait. We commence to people watching in line and try to strategically pick which path we will take when the line finally splits after boarding passes are checked. Thankfully, a security agent came over after we cleared the first checkpoint to remind me the boys did not have to remove shoes which saved some time and we were through by 6:45a.
As we were run/walking to our gate which THANK YOU LORD was the first one and not the last one in our terminal, we hear on the overhead:
"<insert our last name here> party of 4 to gate B1, <last name> party of 4 to gate B1..."
The lady at the gate just finishes the announcement as we run up to the gate and she has a very sweet smile on... and said "I knew you were here!" Which made me look like a genius to the kids.
We board with no problems... the door shuts... and even though Erin was crying again <she's not my flier> we were on our way.
Only had time for one picture...
Isn't that gross?? I can't tell you how many times I had to tell my 9 year old "Get your hands out of your mouth..." EWWWW
First stop - Dallas/Fort Worth, TX.