It’ll Have to Do . . .

Time was flying by for me but probably not for Allie.  It was the last day before she chose to fly off to Utah a day early (to hang out with friends as well as a missionary can).  So we filled our day with . . .
yard work . . .

some puppy lovin’

a last meal at the restaurant of her choice

being set apart . . .

and packing.

It was a hard day, if you want my opinion.  The wait was nearly over.