The Last Leg
4AM alarm.
6 AM flight.
3 delirious babes.
She insisted on falling asleep like this. Once she was finally passed out, I tilted her head forward and mine back. Goodnight (morning?) world. Bearett snored the whole two hours to Denver. Better than crying about his ears though, affording this exhausted traveling Mama an hour of sleep.
Just this last layover and we’re homeeeee.
They managed to keep it all together while obeying and laughing and sharing during the next 3.5 hour flight. These three are a bunch of troopers and I’m so proud of them. We’re home, kiddies! And we ain’t leaving for a while! At least, that’s the plan.
Our trip out west was dear to my heart and quite possibly my most favorite trip of all the times we’ve gone. We miss you all already and are so thankful for each one of you. Until next time!
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