Last night . . .
. . . we packed up backpacks and laid out shoes . . .
. . . so we'd be ready to head to the airport bright and early for our flight to California for Papa's funeral. Half our kids have never been on a plane before, and the other half were infants the last time they flew. They were all pretty excited when the plane left the runway, but the novelty wore off after half an hour, with just four hours to go before we landed on the West Coast.
While our reason for traveling was a sad one, we were grateful for the chance to spend time with so many loved ones we don't get to see very often. This afternoon, we met Pink Grandma at Craig Park and had a fun time playing with her.
That park brought back a lot of sweet memories for Phillip and me; we took many romantic strolls there when we were dating.
This evening, we gathered for dinner with my siblings and all of Red Grandma's relatives who had come into town. I'm sure Andrew's wearing that flamingo shirt ironically.
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