My sweet pea is meant to leave the UK on Wednesday for a 4.5 week visit. We have had the absolute worst luck with delayed flights, snow, and that dumb volcano. We got lucky last time he was here (September) when the door to the plane wouldn't lock properly and he couldn't get another flight until the next day.
I'm doing my best to try and be positive, baking Christmas cookies and finishing my shopping and all that. But still, I'm terrified to get his call in a few days that there is snow, or demons ascending from the sky or something like that!
Spending so much time apart is already so depressing and not being able to guarantee that a flight that is booked will work out is even worse!