It was perfect.
We kept on and on about picking up the boss. If he had his doubts up to last night, he was completely convinced that was what we were doing when we went to the airport at 9:30pm last night after a long dinner at our favorite pub.
Once we arrived, we discovered the flight was delayed about 30 minutes...more waiting. At about 10:50pm, I saw her walking through the gate and told her to duck a bit, because there were a load of people hanging about in the greeting area. She crouched and walked through. I turned and told Tai-Tai that 'he' was here and walked towards her. Expat son was kicking at his feet and being generally fidgety...and then he looked up.
Never seen his eyes so big...he was stunned. Stopped. Nothing. Jaw on the floor...eyes like saucers. 'You said we were picking up your boss!?!?!' he said. It was all worth it.
So, we are together again...for a couple months. Re-charge and re-energize for the further journey ahead in life. Although jet lag and lack of sleep had taken its toll...it was great to go into my bedroom and find expat daughter cross-legged on my spot chatting with Tai-Tai (dark secrets about me, no doubt).
On a completely unrelated issue...Expat son had his first weekend of football (soccer) in the new higher age bracket. His team was whallopped in both games, since most of their older kids were committed to a school football match. Next week should be better. Pictures are here.