That's right, Ryan is back from his vacation with Grandma Megan. I woke up Saturday, giddy with excitement. I couldn't wait to get to the airport and pick him up. I guess I wasn't the only one excited about Ryan coming home. As I stood in line at the ticket counter my mom called because my brother Michael wanted to know if Ryan was home yet. I said that I was standing in the ticket line, that seem to take forever. Then getting through security was so frustrating (only one line open and the guy in front of me kept beeping every time he went through the metal detector). I guess it could have been worse the plane could have been late, right? But it wasn't, it arrived 10 minutes early. Yay!
We picked up his suitcase (which I almost forgot about) and were ready to go home. We got to the car and Ryan was so excited to see Brady and vice versa.
I'm so glad that Ryan is home. I missed my bubba.
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