Psalm 17:6

The bug and I flew back yesterday afternoon.

[[Bu-bum!]]

It started out with me breaking down in tears at the ticket counter after we got a TSA boy scout who was going to deny me my flight because my maiden name on my passport didn't match my ticket.
I lost my driver's license somewhere in the DFW airport when I arrived, and I'd bet $100 that the baby pulled it out and dropped it while I was carrying her and my carry-on.

My mom demanded satisfaction (yes, my mom is still fighting my battles for me ;) ) and begrudgingly, after much conversation about police reports and federal requirements, he gave me a boarding pass that matched my ID. If my mom hadn't been there I was desperate enough to buy an entirely new non-stop ticket just to be able to get my big pregnant self and my toddler back home.

Still in tears, we go to the overly-complicated security checkpoint, baby and I.
The whole baby bottle thing- oy!
As I have my 1) baby 2) carry-on 3) baby bottles in plastic bags 4)blankie and doggie 5) both our shoes and 6) red wagon all separated into plastic bins (with exception to the baby), two (obviously single) business men cut in front of me at the X-ray machine. As in, just as I'm scowling at the back of one guy's head, the next one gets right behind him. I was a hair away from losing it and screaming "look at me! look at me! could I get a break?!" at them. Instead I just cried a little more, made it through and reassembled myself on the other side.

There was a nice man at my gate offered to pull the wagon down to the checkpoint for me (thank you stranger) right before I found out it was a full fight and I had a middle seat. As I sat down with a college age girl on my left, a stoic business man on my right, and a squirming kicking baby (required to be) on my lap, I said a little prayer for help.
Less than 60 seconds later, a flight attendant comes by and says something quietly to the man on my right in the aisle seat, he picks up his bag and leaves. Since they said it was a full flight, I thought for sure he'd be coming back. But instead, the flight attendant, a.k.a. angel of mercy, says "I tell them it's for their comfort to sit away from a baby. And there, now she can have her own seat!"
I think I heard a choir sing.

And! The baby was mostly happy on the flight. That had never happened before. She only screamed when we descended and then fell asleep once her ears pressurized.

We arrive in Denver knowing that we had a 3 hour layover. 30 minutes into it, I realize this idea was exhausting, chasing after her with all of our stuff.
So I checked the boards looking for a earlier flight to SFO. Sure enough, one was leaving an hour before ours.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not a finagler. I was going to ask the person at gate A24, and if she said no, that would be the end of it.
"Hi, heh. Um, so I am, err we, are supposed to leave on the 6:00 flight--"
"Wait one moment, she can help you" [points to another woman]
"Oh right okay. Hi, so we're supposed to have a later flight to San Francisco and it's a REALLY long layover and I was wondering if maybe we could switch to this flight? Is it really full?"
"No. Do you have your boarding pass?"
"yes."
And could I get an aisle seat...preferrably with an empty seat next to it?"
"Do you mind sitting in the back?"
"no."
"How about I give you a whole aisle in the back?"

And there was the choir again.

Man, I was so- thankful. So so so thankful.

There you are ladies and gentleman, a direct answer to prayer. It happens.