…except bad weather delayed the flight, which caused us to miss our connecting flight, which caused us to miss our dinner reservation at one of Denver’s most romantic bistros, which, now that we’re finally almost there, causes me to pray our bags caught up with the changes…

…all of which makes me grateful we’ve visited several third world countries in the recent past, including Tanzania just two months ago.  There, we have seen real shantytowns, real need, real misery.  Our problems are strictly first world.

We will arrive way late, with or without bags, with or without a fancy dinner, but with each other, with loving and grateful hearts.  It’s a great day.