I sat at baggage claim while Gary waited for our bags. We were taking a ferry from Boston to Scituate and I was extremely excited. I was picturing a refreshing libation with the wind in my hair. I couldn’t wait. 10 minutes passed. Then 20. Then 30. Our bags still hadn’t shown up and panic had taken over my body. The last thing I wanted to deal with was lost luggage. And on top of all that I didn’t want to miss the boat! We waited and waited and waited…and finally Gary headed to the office. Nothing good happens when you have to go to the office. He came charging back to where I was sitting with a look of pure shame on his face. He pointed behind me and then it hit me. We were at the wrong carousel. Our bags were sitting in the roped off area 20 feet from where we were standing. I couldn’t even get mad…I just laughed. You would think the giant Jet Blue sign on the wall would have given it away…seeing as we flew United. But OH no. Nonetheless…we gathered our things and headed for the boat. Refreshing libation in hand and wind blowing through my hair…I just smiled. I was headed to the perfect town to hang out with the perfect family for what was sure to be the perfect weekend.
This week has been crazy…but I had to at least post a quick little peek of the Belvins. There’s much more to come…I promise.