A Day Too Soon . . .

Because Allie wanted to fly out a day early, I had to suck it up and get her where she needed to go.
We printed out her boarding pass . ..

She half-heartedly attempted to finish all the things she was supposed to before she left on her mission . . .

She made sure she said goodbye to the puppy . . .

and decided she didn’t really want breakfast and settled for a beverage.

We arrived at the airport. . .curbside . . and unloaded her suitcases . .

hugged her, armed her with her “breakfast” . . .

walked away . . .

and drove away . . .with tears streaming down my face.

Sending off your oldest is hard; the second one is no easier, but sending off the youngest is really difficult because there is no one else left.

Procrastination

What do you do when you really should be writing a talk or taking care of the finer details of preparing to go on a mission?

Perhaps put together a puzzle or two . . .

have a few cookies and other snacks . . .

and get mad at the person nagging you to get things done . . . just so she won’t miss you so much. 
But things all turn out in the end . . .

“The” talk gets written . . .

“The” brother comes home to listen to “the” talk . . .

Allie tries on missionary clothes and gives the talk . . .

renews her driver’s license . . .

samples “sugar pie”, a supposed Hoosier treat . . .

nearly finishes a puzzle . . .

and enjoys some down time with Jennifer’s kitty.
Life is good