The airport...

I arrived at the airport, as we had arranged, an hour before his flight came in...
As I sat there with my 19 year old vegetarian daughter (who was eating a salad) I began to get nervous, scared and excited all at the same time...
What was happening ...?
What had I begun ...?
What was I doing here ... ?
I had met a 26 year old man...on the internet...but yet a friend...and had invited him to come and live with my family. He had sold everything he owned...except...computer, xBox, couple of bikes, some books, clothes and additional personal items. He either sold them or gave them away...left his home state and come here (to me) to start life over again.
I thought...
Is he going to like us?
Are we going to like him?
Will he like the bedroom I set up for him?
Will he like what I cook?
What will he think of the dogs? Too bad he could not bring his kitty...:-(
How in the world did I get here... at this moment...and at this time?
I must be going nuts!
I must be going crazy!

OMGosh!!!!

His plane is just about to arrive!!!!

...my hands are shaking...