Thursday was a great day for the boys. Mom was on her way back from Uganda after near 2 weeks away. This was the last in a series of trips over the last months that left us alone regularly.
Boeta was dressed and ready to go and fetch mom. He could not wait.
We bought a bunch of flowers (roses) for mom and daddy gave Boeta one to give her when she arrives.
Arriving at the airport we got bad news, the flight was late (delayed). Daddy decided that we had no option but to go to the little airport restaurant and watch the activities outside with the planes landing and departing.
A BA flight was the only one at the airport, preparing to depart.
Boeta was excited about this ability to see the planes and all the trucks and other funny vehicles used at the airport.
We were lucky to get a seat with a great view and we settled in for the wait, which hopefully would not be more than 30-40 minutes.
Daddy got a menu and Boeta enjoyed asking about all the things on the menu. Daddy decided to order a strawberry milkshake. Boeta very first milkshake. He loved it and using a straw made him feel very grownup.
A pair of common doves decided to sit in front of our window and groom each other. Boeta enjoyed this as well because he could get close to them and watch them carefully.
The BA flight prepared to leave. Boeta watched the process with great interest. We saw many smaller airplanes landing or taking off.
Shortly after the BA flight departed we noticed a South African Airways flight coming in.
Daddy immediately realized that this is mom’s plane landing and told Boeta the news. His whole demeanor changed. He was much more alert and immediately teary eyed.
Daddy told Boeta that we had to wait a little longer. From past experiences he knows that the little man becomes much more troublesome at the arriving hall after he has seen his mom. So we watched as the plane taxied to its bay.
Every now and then he would excitedly ask me if we could go now. He wanted to get out and he wanted to get to mom.
We were off to the arriving hall. Here you have a door with security that separates the arrivee’s from the family and friends collecting him, similar to most airports nowadays, I guess. One person does not care one way or the other. When he sees mom, he runs to her. This happens every time mom arrives, but this time I had the camera, because we had a flower and mom came home for her birthday, unlike the previous year when she was in the USA. What now follows is the most the purest of joys one could ever ask for. I do not need any more words…
Daddy got reduced to baggage master in that instant and mom became primary caregiver. Boeta would not let go soon and he kept hold of the rose too.
Mom said he told her: “It is a rose, smell!”
At home he showed her his new puzzles and they spent some immediate quality time together.
Daddy taught Boeta the “Happy Birthday song” with the aim that we could sing it to mom on Friday morning. Unfortunately after the long previous day and the excitement, Boeta was in no singing mood. He just wanted his morning tea and mom. So Daddy obliged and mom had to face another lonely effort by dad on her birthday. Daddy tried to make the scene festive which was to the little man’s liking.
Boeta had a card and present for mom. The card was written by him with dad holding his hand.
Boeta enjoyed the balloons very much and he is still playing with them as I type this.
He played while mom opened the gifts and then Boeta got into the paper more and really tore it apart as can be witnessed above. Daddy also presented mom with a Cream cheese fridge tart and an oven baked Cheesecake. He made 3 of each.
We end this long post by saying that the boys are so very happy to have their mom/wife back. She is truly our beautiful flower.
In Boeta’s words…a song he only sings when we are all together…
“Family, family, that is what we are, everyone with same name, that’s who we are!”