Now We Are Six

"I want to go with you to the airport to pick up Steve," says Micala and Shammond. "If you are going with me then you will have to get used to being embarrassed because I'm going to call his name, hug and kiss him and probably cry," I respond. "We're going," they both announced. When we arrive at the airport, on cue --the glass doors open for us and I start crying even before we get into the terminal. Micala glares and says "mom, you are embarrassing me." I start yelling out, "Steven Ervin, Steven Ervin," even before I can see him, hoping he hears my voice in the crowded baggage claim. Shammond spots him first and runs to Steve's side. Steve allows the I-haven't -seen- you- since- April- 12- when- we- left- Washington- Island- for- Seattle hug and gives one back and I don't know if it was because he was tired, jet lagged or just relieved that he was cushioned with family but he thought his bag is red and it hadn't shown up so we report the bag lost. We were still in baggage claim when an agent brought a blue bag that said "Steven Ervin." Steve is home (away from home) with a bag of dirty clothes from Teen Angel Camp. August 1, 10:29 p.m. touch down flying United from Green Bay to Seattle. Six kids ages seven through 15 in our Pete Gross two bedroom apartment. Praise ye the Lord!