Before the trip I prayed for many helping hands and a grateful heart and the prayer was answered over and over again. I felt particularly humbled when I inwardly (and hopefully not audibly) grunted at the lovey-dovey young married couple snuggling in front of us on the plane because I was sure I had seen the wife give us a dirty look for disturbing their romantic ride ... and then of course she was the first to ask me if I needed help getting off the plane.
Our time with Henny and Papa was wonderfully full of repetition, in that we went to the pool constantly, rested frequently, ate gelato nightly, and delighted in the girls' antics hourly.
Enjoying a layover in Charlotte, during which a fellow traveler offered to buy me a cup of coffee. Oh how I wanted that cup, but the risk of juggling a hot beverage with a wriggly infant and trying to avoid too many trips to the restroom demanded that I politely decline.
Emery's first time in a baby pool!
Synchronized kickers!
Anna Kimball's perch for much of the week.
Emery's first real tea party.
Emery loves her Papa ... didn't even mind that Henny, Uncle Austin and I were driving away to go out to dinner!
She charmed us with smiles all week long, despite a terribly runny nose that she graciously shared with her hosts.
Emery's second real tea party!
Cruising with cousin Tucker.
The first of many baths together!
Headed home, but we'll be back again soon!
I can't believe I didn't ask you about your trip! I just went on and on about me! i'm a horrible friend.
ReplyDeleteI apologize and I'm so, so happy that you made it gracefully. It sonds like your trip was wonderful.