Board the plane.
Push back from gate.
Sit still.
Waiting.
Pilot announces trouble starting engine.
Wait for maintenance.
Change E's poopy diaper in airplane lavatory.
Wait.
De-board plane.
Passengers getting boarding passes back one by one to board a new plane to Chicago. Supposed to depart at 8.
Surprisingly I am not in a terrible mood given I am still sitting in my least favorite airport I have ever been to (including two airports in developing countries). I can't explain it other than God has given me patience and grace that is not of myself. If you don't believe me, read in previous posts about how much I hate LaGuardia. It is a miracle that I am not breaking down in this moment. God's able to provide what we need. I am thankful for his peace.
I am thankful for this:
Expect to get to home tonight by 2:30 or 3am. If you get this, please say a prayer for safety in the air and safety on the road. Thanks and love from us and Grandma Evans.
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