The boys flight left at 3:15 this afternoon. They were due to arrive in Austin, Texas at 4:45 PM local time. Their dad had promised to have them call after he picked them up so I had my phone with me.
I was at the pool with my husband and girls when I heard the Voice Mail notification ringing on my phone. The number was unfamiliar so I called my voice mail.
“Hello, this is Sgt. Albert … with the Austin police department. I am here with your sons, Daniel and Robert. They’re here at the airport and having a hard time finding their father. They don’t have his cell number. This is my personal cell phone. If you can please call him and have him call me or call Southwest, we would appreciate it. Thanks.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. The call was not to notify me that they had required a police escort from the plane for disruptive behavior. Instead they had shown great maturity by contacting a police officer when they didn’t see their father at the gate.
It turned out there had been confusion regarding their arrival gate and their father was waiting for them downstairs. In the time it took for me to listen to this voice mail and call the officer back, they had located their dad and everyone was safe and sound.
I am very proud of my boys. I am also looking very forward to the next 14 days of lower energy and relative quiet.