I am getting better at saying goodbye to Nathan at the airport. After doing it about four times, the feelings aren't half so raw as they once were. However, for the first time ever, Nathan missed his flight off of Hawaii last night. Here are a few things I learned through this experience:
- Missing a flight is a much worse feeling then actually catching it and having to say mushy-gushy goodbyes. Much, much worse.
- Dads usually get very upset when things like that happen. Mom's stay relatively calm, though.
- It's fun to imagine what a person in a movie would do in this sort of experience. I can see Tom Hanks slamming his fist and screaming at the poor woman behind the counter, "What do you mean the door is closed and can't be opened! I need to get on that plane! Open the door now!"
- Even after everything is worked out and your brother does get a flight for the next evening without much monetary loss, sisters like me will still generally break down in tears because everything is just so stressful.
- God provides.
- After missing a flight, it becomes very easy to start wishing the person who was supposed to leave is actually gone even if you didn't want them to be gone in the first place.
- Don't, don't, don't think about college anymore. It will ruin your life.