4am-Leave for Airport
6am- Lindsey's flight leaves (we couldn't be on the same flight unless we paid a 50.00 change fee. Looking back the change fee seems like pocket change and well worth the while)
7am- Nate's flight is scheduled to leave. Scheduled being the key word...flight CANCELLED. They sat on the tarmac for some time until they announced they couldn't get a warning light to turn off, so everyone had to unload. Nate couldn't fly out until 11am. Boo.
Meanwhile- Linds has a 2 1/2 layover in Minneapolis. I get a call from Nate telling me that his debit card has been confiscated. (I had reported MY card lost/stolen a day earlier. Who knew they would get so frisky over his card right?)
11am- Nate leaves SLC, and I leave Minneapolis to head to Boston shortly after
4:15pm- I arrive in Boston. Nate doesn't get in until 7:30pm. So I cozy down at a table and call up my sister Steph who tells me I can go hang out at Harvard with her friend Kara. Since that sounds better than the airport, I get up and head down to the ground transportation and hop onto the Silver line metro and head out. Just about leaving the large airport and having gone through 4-5 stops already, I notice my hands are lighter than they were before and realize I have left the dress bag I was carrying somewhere. Maybe by the baggage claim? I freak out, and jump off of the train- right as my darling friend Paige calls to wish me a happy birthday. She is in for a treat because she guides her panicked friend through a very stressful moment! I had jumped out of the train (moving if that paints a better picture) and was running my way back to where I started when a kind gentleman introduces me to another bus that will take me there much quicker. Paige is helping me laugh and smile and telling me she loves me. I get back to the baggage area and find nothing. SO I do what any rational girl who just lost a brand new birthday dress and her husbands brand new 250.00 suit would do. I start bawling of purse and running to every information desk that I an find asking if it has been returned. Much to my dismay, it is no where to be found. I hang up with Paige and call my mom who is very sympathetic and she and my good sis Erin say a little prayer. Moments after they finish a literal light bulb went off in my head and I thought of that little table I had sat down at after I got off the plane! After a lot more running and another trip BACK through security, a few escalators and diners later- there is was. Sitting on the back of that chair. I grabbed my bag, made my way to the gate where Nate would come off his flight, and collapsed in a chair, mascara smeared and looking like a crazy. I figured Harvard could wait and I needed to stay put. (This all took me about 2 hours of high stress and anxiety).
After Nate landed and gave the






































