We arrived back home from Guatemala last night at 10:45 PM. We should have gotten home earlier because our flight arrived 20 minutes early, but there were only three people tending to customs in Miami yesterday, and it took two hours to get cleared. Imagine only three people keeping out the terrorists. And a cocky Border Control guy with a drug dog who seemed (the guy, not the dog) more interested in dividing us into first two lines, then, four, then three again.
On Thursday morning, I knew that my time with him was drawing to a close and was alarmed that the nurse came and took him out of the audience when the girls were performing a play. I left my chicks in the care of others and followed her to where she had placed him in his bed. I could not understand her reasoning, but it was clear, he had to stay in the room. She did agree that I could take him up and hold him, so we moved into the middle of the room where he could still hear the music and Billy and I danced. I have never been very graceful. My husband and I almost got divorced when we took dancing lessons, but on that morning, I was a princess and danced with my prince as Billy and I dipped and swayed, and I sang to him every lullaby that I know.
I was afraid I would not see him again before we left, but he did get back in time for a birthday party we held for two of our team members that afternoon. He got his turn at the piñata and once again, I helped make sure he got his share of candy when it broke. And then, after cake and ice cream, it was time to go. I made sure to tell his nanny that he was my boy. Though I used sign language and limited Spanish, she knew. I asked her to take special care of him and she smiled and promised. When we drove away, she was standing next to him caressing his head.