The End

We woke up this morning at 1:00am Salt Lake time, had a lovely English breakfast and bid farewell to driving on the opposite side of the road, people blowing smoke in our faces, the best bacon I've ever had, and the beauty of Great Britain. I was suddenly VERY anxious to see my little ones. Unfortunately, we had a 10 hour flight into Denver and another 2 hour flight to Salt Lake to get through.

It was a long day. Sleeping on the airplane was made almost impossible by a 5 year old, binky-sucking, spoiled brat of a boy who apparently decided it was his sole mission to disrupt a cabin of sleeping adults. I glared and "tsk"-ed like I've never done before. About 9 hours into the flight he finally fell asleep. I resisted the temptation to "accidently" bump into his peacefully sleeping form and wake the little snot up. Grrr.

We finally made it home and into the welcoming arms of our dear children who, after a perfunctory hug, asked about the location of the promised presents. Welcome home. Lindy had a couple of Mother's Day gifts she'd worked on at school. Not to be outdone, Ellie proceeded to give me a bottle of baby lotion. Thanks. They all seem to have grown in just 7 short days. I am so grateful that I don't have to be away from them for long...and get to experience all their growing up in person. (Someone may have to remind me of that in a few days.)

There's no place like home.