Picking their father up at the airport is, and always has been, an event for the children. This was the first time the younger children saw Boston at night-time. Normally Brian’s flights come in during daylight hours. If they’re late flights, he generally gets a lift home from the limo service. On this particular night, we bundled all of the kids into their jammies, packed up blankets, stuffed animals, and snacks and settled in for a fun one-hour drive to the airport.
I had Cate and Jack try their hands at snapping photos through the drizzle and at speeds faster than our shutter can manage. But we like the results.
I wonder what Paul Revere would think of the view nowadays?