I am head-over-heels in love with these traveling companions of mine:
As I sat there on the plane with them after our adventures in South Carolina, I couldn't help but have a little bit of joy in my heart as I admired their impeccable behavior.
Yes, sometimes I mourn that they are growing up so fast. But not on airplanes (well, at least most airplanes...see back HERE).
I had to stroke Lucy's sweet, messy hair as she colored to her heart's content and asked politely for a drink from the airline attendant.
I smiled as I thought of a not-so-distant trip where she lost her clothes:
...because of a little "accident" and the adventure that ensued because I had packed nothing extra (back HERE). Then there was the crying for three hours straight on another flight. Serious reflux on others. The sick-to-my-stomach feeling I would have for weeks before I would travel from one coast to the other with two little babies in tow to see my family in the summers.
We don't fly all together very often, so they were all in hog-heaven to be on an airplane, and I was in hog-heaven that I had four little assistants in place of exploding diaper changing in those little teensy-tinsy airplane bathrooms.
They kept me situated and on time, checking to be sure we had all our bags and checking the monitors for our flight. It was a total role-reversal.
And man oh man I liked it.
But I'm getting ahead of myself...let's back up for just a sec.
After South Carolina Dave flew home for meetings and work and the girls and I were on our own. (We had already said goodbye to Max back HERE.)
Our flight was a little later, so much to my girls' chagrin I seized the half hour before our flight to cram in some Charleston sights. Oh man I wish we had longer there, but it was fun to drive through the beauty of that place and picture how it was way back when all that Civil War stuff was going on.
Then we waved goodbye to that wonderful place and turned our faces toward Utah and the family reunion we were heading to.
My four assistants helped me find the right Trax to get to a car we could use...
The next day we went to Temple Square.
We went to church at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
(Elle wasn't feeling great so she stayed with Maureen.)
I am so so so grateful for this amazing friend of mine, for the friendship we have shared for over thirty years, and for any opportunity my girls get to have her rub off on them, even just a little.
From there we did a little bit of Tetris to squeeze all those bags of ours into my parent's little car:
And headed up to the lake to join the beginning of the gatherers for the big annual Eyre party/reunion.