home

My people are home.
I repeat, my people are home.
They are home.
They are safe.
They are tired.
They are brave.
They are changed.

I am proud of them.

My apologies to the airline for blowing up their website checking planes, arrivals, departures, connections, alternatives.

It was even a little dicey getting them home yesterday.
A late plane.
A delayed plane.
A broken plane.
A missing plane.

But, after all that...

They are home.