Back in the arms of Daddy!

After spending a couple of weeks in Atlanta, I took the late night flight to Salt Lake to celebrate Abigail’s birthday (a week late). Carrie picked me up and after a few hours of sleep woke up to a blanket of white. Visibility was limited on northbound I-15 but finally got to “the drop zone.” From that moment on it was party time! Lucky for us the snow was now meting and the skies were clearing. (Symbolic? Perhaps).
On our drive back south, Savannah kept asking if we were going to go on an airplane, little did I know it was going to be the first of about 200 inquisitions from both girls for the day. It’s nice to know they like to fly and look forward to it, unfortunately we are keeping our feet on the ground this weekend.
We found a BK for lunch and that is where the girls were both very talkative, Abigail just went on and on about anything and everything while Savannah ensured we shared the same personal space asking "we goin to your house in Ok-A-Homa?"
Once we got settled at Carrie’s we sat down to write out our Valentines.
As if the party couldn’t get any better, Aunt Carrie came home from work and her place was transformed into “Club Carrie.” Enjoy the picks from our adventure….