Last weekend we took our first plane trip as a family of four. The girls did great! It's hard work, traveling with two small ones, but rewarding on the other side, and the memories are priceless.
Our destination was Phoenix, to visit our dear friends the Coyles. Stacy and I, along with our friend Kim who also joined us for the trip, have been best friends since freshman year of college. The three of us rarely get time together, or with each others' kiddos and spouses, so our long weekend was such a treat. Stacy's parents (who are like surrogate parents to Kim and me) were also in town, so there was much catching up to do.
We trick-or-treated. We crafted. We cook and ate. We talked. We shopped. We ate. We played games. We watched the kids play. We laughed and reminisced and made new memories.
This was Tess's first flight where she was old enough to engage in the adventure and understand what it meant to fly. At one point she looked out the plane window, across the clouds and mountain tops, and said, "Daddy, is that where God lives?" It was precious. Both girls were so well-behaved and had fun visiting our friends who are like family. Truly, we are blessed beyond description, to have the time and capability and resources to take such a trip and make more family memories, and to have such wonderful friends to spend time with.








