Needless to say, their plane didn't make it in. Two days of calling Delta finally resulted in the opportunity for my mom and dad to fly in on Christmas Eve, but since they were flying out on the 26th, they decided it wasn't worth it. I shed a few tears. When Evan asked me what was wrong I explained there was too much snow so Mimi and Grandpa Jerry wouldn't get to come see us. He patted my leg and said, "Don't worry. The snow will melt and then they can come." If only that were the case. When I didn't stop crying he said, "I told you not to worry. Why are you still sad?" I pulled it together for him.
I'm so disappointed! I was looking forward to seeing Evan's face when he gave his Grandpa Jerry a special present he picked out and watching my parents enjoy Christmas through Evan's eyes. I also wanted to hang out with my mom and make Christmas cookies and just enjoy some time together. We'll talk on Christmas and we'll Skype, but I'm still bummed. Boo to the snow.
Speaking of the snow, I took pictures, but my camera cable is CLEAR upstairs and I only have about 10 minutes until Evan's nap is up anyway, so they'll come in a separate post!
5 comments:
We soooo feel your pain! Same story different year. At least they got stuck at home not somewhere half way! And Skype IS awesome even through tears :-) Our Love to ALL
I'm so sorry. I know you're disappointed. (That happened to us the year Tyson was in Oklahoma for training. I didn't know he wasn't going to make it until 3 hours before I was planning to pick him up at the airport. I cried and cried and cried some more.) What a sweet boy Evan is to comfort you. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and hope grandpa and grandma get to visit you after the new year.
Oh Mindy...I am sooo sorry, I feel your pain. We were broken hearted last year over the snow only to have hope for this year and ended up broken hearted again when Papa & Grandma were forced to change plans.
Thanks, ladies. Why can't Mother Nature rear her ugly head and ruin another holiday--like Valentine's Day or even Easter?
I'm so sorry! I'd be really depressed, too.
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