When you wake 3 babies and 7 grown-ups at 4 am to catch a shuttle at 5…
so you can get to the airport at 6:30 to stand in line until 8…
to catch the 9am flight back home…
there really should be an agreement of some sort…
that they will not, under any circumstances, delay the flight–
for two and a half hours.
But there isn’t.
So they did.
And the whole building found out the real meaning of the words, “sweet tempered babies” and “darn good sports.”
Till finally, finally they pointed us westward…
grateful that they got that wing screwed back on…
so that we could fly, and fly, and fly safely back…
to our little home…
in the mountains.
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Week 21 Food Storage Prompt: 10 lbs. Powdered Milk
Coming home is always the best part. Until you see the mountain of laundry, that is. I’m still digging out.
And you know, I actually don’t mind it. There’s a cozy satisfaction in putting it all back together again.
I’m a sap, I know.
Ah! That last picture really makes me miss home!
Our sweet, wonderful mountains. They are always such a relief to come home to.
The LDS cannery just lowered their prices on powdered milk. And it tastes yummy too!
Yah for home!!! 🙂 It’s good to be back… especially since there are plenty more adventures that need to be planned! 😉
I’m glad the wing stayed on during the flight, too! 😉 Heh.
We need more milk too. I’ll look into that.
I’m just glad we didn’t have to look at it the whole way.