Arrived safe and sound to a wonderful place called Texas

After a short sojourn in the cold, wet, grey land of Portland, Oregon, two plane flights later, a short tram ride, a shuttle ride, an hour trying to figure out how to fit everything into the back of our car and a two hour car ride, we are finally sitting in our own home, deep in the heart of Texas.

Well, actually, we're not deep in the heart. Most would consider it barely out of Houston.

We endured the cold winds, the drizzling rains and the grey clouds with great fortitude, but it's nice to back to 76 degrees and sunny. Yes, it really is 76 degrees today. Aaahhh! True, it is a little muggy, but I'm looking forward to wearing shorts and a t-shirt tomorrow morning, and maybe going for a walk with the girls.

Back to the plane trip...Joanelle and Josh dropped us off at the airport. Oops...have to back up even further...I tried to pack all of our stuff last night and discovered that we didn't have enough room, so I dragged my dad to Fred Meyer and bought a couple of suitcases. Luckily, we actually need new suitcases. The one I brought on this trip is on it's last leg, broken zipper and all. So, I filled up the two new suitcases with all of the stuff I bought from IKEA and Target. Then...my parents came over in the morning for breakfast...then, Joanelle and Josh dropped us at the airport. Lots of hugging and kissing between Emma and Kate, and then they left.

Kate was very sad. Very despondent. I asked her if she was excited to be going back home, and she just shook her head. I reminded her of swimming lessons and she just shrugged. She just misses Emma.

Well, Georgie did very well on the airplane this time around. I was concerned because she had a cold and I expected the worst, but she slept most of the trip or was happy to play with her toys. Reagan also did very well. She played with toys and took a nice long nap. The only tough part of the journey was the car trip back to C.S. Georgie cried for most of it, but we made it without incident.

I find it weird that I don't have any plans to visit PDX in the near future. I guess this visit was sort of my pacifier, and now my pacifier is gone. I think I'm going to miss Spades night and the quick Starbucks trips the most. Nose to the grindstone time, and lots of praying for guidance, faith and strength.