Landing Story:
I left for Jamaica for Christmas on Dec. 20, I knew that Kingston already had his passport and the DM was already changed on ECAS. I left with a huge knot in my stomach because he was supposed to get back the passport on Dec 19 and didn't so my heart fell a lot when I arrived in Jamaica to hear this news that it still hadn't arrived. I felt defeated knowing that we had been waiting for so long through this onerous process. I had stopped looking for flights etc thinking that Kingston would once again let me down. My husband on the other hand, had so much faith that we would be coming home together. We spent the weekend before Christmas trying to see family and friends and most of them also had great faith that the passport would come back before I left. I didn't want to mar anyone's fun so I didn't say that I felt otherwise. This was probably due to the fact that I got a wicked flu right when I landed so I spent 48 hours being HELLA miserable! Hubby was phenomenal as always, tending and cuddling etc-- he didn't care how sick I was, he just wanted to soak it all in.
On Dec. 22nd, Hubby and I were having breakfast and just talking about the "what if" scenario-- we were sort of drunk on hope at that moment, I was just feeling very grateful just to be with him. His phone rang and he literally raised his fist in the air! The courier was calling to drop off a package.... I still didn't believe it! I wanted that passport/visa in my hand. I couldn't help but freak out... this was soooo surreal. I had a date with my girls for spa and lunch, so hubby dropped me off at the salon in Ochi and left to pick up the package at the office. He was back in 15 mins and handed me an oversized package... b/c it was so big my heart lurched thinking it was some twisted rejection letter! I tore it open and amongst our photos cards etc was his passport with visa. I was near tears... there was a group hug from everyone around us! We were over the moon elated. I literally pulled out my Ipad right then and there and looked to book him a flight home with me. All we could find was 2 ONE WAY (yeah!) on Jan. 1st -- I couldn't believe with a click of a button the last 4 years seemed like a distant dream.
We spent the next week scrambling really to get things organized, tie up loose ends and say goodbye to our friends and esp. his family. They were all so happy for him but it was very bitter sweet. We rented a large van to get us all to the airport and it was again soooo unbelievable... So many times we had made this trip and he would always say- Next times my turn babe, don't you worry. We were in line to go through customs, he leaned over and whispered--- it's our time babe. It was cute, the whole experience was wonderful. We held hands all the way home, he was nervous b/c he had never flown before and of course all his friends and family tried to scare him with stories before hand. He cussed under his breath a lot during take off and landing but his face as we flew over Toronto was priceless.... It's soooo pretty he kept saying.
Immigration was actually a breeze, so very welcoming and helpful. We exited into the cold at Pearson and couldn't stop kissing.... We were home.
He's already working and still perpetually cold, it's been so wonderful sharing my fav stops and he now shares my obsession with star bucks and Timmies
He has been adjusting well, settling into his new role of man of the house and manners-ing my dog who is so excited for another person to play with!
After more than 4 years as friends and 2.5 of being married and waiting for this moment....We are home