Tonight, we’ll land in North Carolina (CLT) around 11:24 PM. From there, we’ll wait through the night for our morning flight to Houston at 8:20 AM, arriving close to 10:05. It’s a long, exhausting journey… but somehow, I’ve gathered my broken pieces and found the strength to keep going.
Aside from one airline scheduling issue that simply couldn’t be fixed, every person we encountered today showed us kindness and patience. In moments like these, I’m reminded of how little control I truly have — and how much I need to step back and let faith carry me the rest of the way.
Earlier today, I completely fell apart. I cried harder than I have in a long time… and Will saw me. He looked at me calmly and said,
“Mom, maybe that plane could’ve crashed or something bad happened, and God just didn’t want us on it.”
Let that sink in.
My child was comforting me.
That moment humbled my heart in a way I will never forget.
It’s incredibly hard when he has to be the strong one.
Yet even in the chaos, little mercies kept appearing. A flight attendant quietly handed me extra chocolates. The pilot came over personally, apologized with such sincerity, and asked if he could give me a hug. That simple gesture sent me back into tears.
So tonight, I’m asking for prayers.
I truly believe everything will unfold exactly as it’s meant to.
We’ll be sleeping in the airport, trusting tomorrow to God’s plan, believing the path ahead is already prepared.
Thank you to everyone who tried so hard to help us along this journey — your kindness means more than I can put into words.
This is where faith steps in… and clearly, I still have some growing to do after my emotional moment on flight AA2541.
The wheels are turning. We’re preparing for takeoff.
And from the bottom of my heart — thank you to every single person who loves my family, supports us, and keeps us lifted in prayer.
I love you all. 🤍✈️
