Grateful to Visit Home

A week before Thanksgiving we embarked on yet another journey to visit family in Utah. I actually looked forward to the flight; Rowan was nearly two and could be entertained with a movie, so the prospect of keeping both boys somewhat contained until we landed seemed feasible. We have a knack for picking wild days to fly. The entire FAA system crashed (because of a glitch in Salt Lake City, ironically enough) and our flight was cancelled. The staff worked to reroute our flights but the prospect of arriving in SLC at a reasonable time seemed grim. By some miracle, we landed in Dallas 20 minutes early and made a quick connection, landing in SLC at the same time as our original flight. We were so glad to be there and with our luggage no less!

When we travel to Utah, there are always so many friends and family to visit. We had a great time catching up with some friends that we haven’t seen for awhile. Their families have multiplied and it was so fun to meet their kids and have our kids play. Who knew we would all grow up and have kids of our own?! I guess it happens to the best of us.

Davin was ecstatic with snow the minute we landed in Utah. There wasn’t much to see but as soon as we arrived at Grandma’s house, he ran around to the back to find a patch surviving in a cold shadow. We had a fresh storm a few days later, much to Davin’s delight. We left church in a blizzard and he spent the rest of the evening running around the yard. On the other hand, I have become a wimp when it comes to cold weather and it took a few days to feel like I could survive the next few weeks.

The boys’ favorite moments were the simple times of playing with Grandma and Grandpa. Davin loved reading books with Grandma and drinking hot chocolate, and going for rides with Grandpa. Rowan loved wrestling and climbing all over Grandma’s furniture. They love being with their grandparents!

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