The countdown was finally over. Seven months to the day, Shane finally came home. My parents and brother came down from DC and Shane's Mom and Dad flew in from Kansas to help welcome Shane home. That morning we all got up obnoxiously early to head to Norfolk to be on the pier. I can honestly say that this morning was the first and only time in my life that I did not mind waiting in rush hour traffic for the Midtown Tunnel. Traffic or no traffic, I knew that within 4 hours I was going to be back together with my husband and that is all that mattered to me. We timed our trip to Norfolk perfectly, because about 15 minutes after we got to the pier and met up with my friend Amy (also waiting for her husband) and my sister Liz (surprise surprise, waiting for her special someone) we saw the ship. I have never been fond of the Truman, but again, today seeing that boat was the best sight in the entire world.
After seeing the ship come around the point we waited for about an hour and a half for it to be pierside.
That began the even longer wait for all the first time fathers to get off the ship and see their children for the first time and for the officers and all them to get off of the ship. After much searching in the crowd and hysterical phone calls trying to find each other, Shane was finally home.
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