We’ve had a *mostly* lovely (albeit challenging during moments) visit with my Brother, my Aunt and my Mom, but now it’s time for us to fly home to Colorado from Texas. If you missed those 4 blog posts, including my pregnancy announcement, you can find them HERE (day 1), HERE (Birthdays), HERE (crazy family photos) and HERE (About my Brother’s Syndrome & Pregnancy Announcement). We took a couple more pics before we left, kissed Mom and Uncle Bubby goodbye, loaded into the Taxi, then headed back to the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport.
The girls hung out with Uncle Bubby as I wrestled with Cindy’s car seat.
I legit HATE installing car seats. Where the hell is my Husband when I need him?!?!
15 Minutes later, my Aunt was doing the happy dance when I got that sucker in rock solid and immovable.
One very tearful goodbye later…(that was sooooooo hard for me)…we were Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport bound.
I love my Brother so, so much.
At the Airport, we got a cart for our luggage…but I’m fairly certain it was more for my children’s amusement.
We took some pics with Aunt Sandra.
And yet another tearful goodbye was had, before we went our separate ways.
We were Denver bound…but she was headed to Chicago. I really wish we all lived closer to one another.
After we dried our tears, we cheered up at the though of seeing Daddy and our Mountains again.
We boarded our plane and settled in.
I hate flying. For the record.
She actually loves flying…despite this goofy face.
Takeoff. Goodbye Dallas. Goodbye Mom. Goodbye Aunt Sandra. Goodbye Bubby.
And about 55 seconds later, Cinderella was out cold.
Our flight was pretty uneventful, except the gnarly turbulence coming into Denver. We touched down almost 2 hours later.
Cinderella woke up from the jolt the landing gave us.
And…right on cue, Cindy’s nose started bleeding. Something about that altitude…does it every time.
Daddy met us upstairs and just like that, we were Mountains bound.
This sign. Such a beautiful sight.
Of course, not quite as beautiful as this though.
Well, if we lived here still, we’d be home now…but we have about another 45 minutes to go. And we are quite alright with that.
Up into them we go.
Home and Borriello Brother’s Pizza for them for dinner. Those are some happy girls folks.
We miss everyone already and we hope to see them again soon. Thank you Michael for your hospitality and for taking us in and putting up with our shenanigans, thank you Aunt Sandra for flying down to see all of us…that was such a lovely treat, and thank you Mom for taking care of us and spending time with us and for just everything in general. We love you all and can’t wait til the next time we can meet again. Hang in there and stay strong.