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SJC to SLC to CLT

After staying in San Ramon for a couple of weeks it was time for Chris and I to return to Charlotte to pack our house and finalize things there. Mom and Dad offered to help us with the kids so I flew with them to Salt Lake City. 


After a fun afternoon of Grandma picking us up from the airport, stopping at Neilson's Custard for lunch, and then visiting with Jake and Grandma Simmons, we headed back to Grandma Stevenson's house where...


...she and Rowan made us an amazing dinner. I tucked the kids in bed and headed back to the airport for a red-eye flight to Charlotte where...


...I met this handsome guy at 6am in the morning (he had just arrived from his red-eye flight from San Francisco to Charlotte). Although we had movers to help pack the house, etc, we were still busy doing projects and trying to keep up with work. However, we managed to sneak away for a few moments of fun, particularly on the last night in Charlotte when we went out to celebrate our anniversary which was earlier in the month. It was fun to be together, particularly after such a crazy winter and spring. 


It was sad to see our Charlotte house empty but it was good to have everything resolved as well. We'll miss Charlotte and we are so grateful for the experiences we had there! 



Chris picked our final meal before we flew out-- BBQ of course! Honestly it was the best I've had since moving to the Carolinas. We enjoyed it at Independence Park with a final view of the lovely skyline before heading back to the airport where Chris caught a flight back to CA and I caught my flight back to UT. 



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