In June, my mom and I went to Disneyland (yes, again), and unfortunately Cameron wasn’t able to get the time off of work to come along with us. We spent my last day in town together, and we both took the day off of work. For him to get the day off, he said, he had to go into work earlier the next morning, so we had a quick goodbye while I was half asleep and when my parents later picked me up, it was only myself in the house.
Shortly after my mom and I arrived at the airport, we walked over to the ticketing area and I started to fill out the customs form before we got in line. My mom went, “Hey,” to me, and pointed behind me. This made me aware that there was someone there, so I apologized and inched over to give them space to get to the counter.
“No, look,” my mom said. I turned around and Cam was there!
My first reaction was to cry, and I thought he had come all that way just to say goodbye to me in a much more romantic way. Instead of saying anything, I just stared blankly at him because I was having trouble processing why he would do this or how he got there.
“I thought I should come along,” he said, and held up his passport and ticket, so I cried even harder (but in a happy way!).
The two of them had been plotting this for a long time. We had booked our flight when my mom was in town, and Cam had casually looked at my confirmation and rushed downstairs to book the seat next to us on his own computer.
There’s a little more to the story… (more…)