I smiled as I thought of a not-so-distant trip where she lost her clothes:
But there I was, with smiling helpfulness surrounding me.
We don’t fly all together very often, so they were all in hog-heaven to be on an airplane, and I was in hog-heaven that I had four little assistants in place of exploding diaper changing in those little teensy-tinsy airplane bathrooms.
They kept me situated and on time, checking to be sure we had all our bags and checking the monitors for our flight. It was a total role-reversal.
And man oh man I liked it.
But I’m getting ahead of myself…let’s back up for just a sec.
Poor Dave had driven back and forth from Pawleys Island to the Charleston Airport over and over again…to get Elle from her Legacy tour, to get me from the BBS conference, to take Max to catch his flight to Nationals, and then again to take off.
Our flight was a little later, so much to my girls’ chagrin I seized the half hour before our flight to cram in some Charleston sights. Oh man I wish we had longer there, but it was fun to drive through the beauty of that place and picture how it was way back when all that Civil War stuff was going on.
Then we waved goodbye to that wonderful place and turned our faces toward Utah and the family reunion we were heading to.
My four assistants helped me find the right Trax to get to a car we could use…
…and we headed to have a sleep-over with my dear high school friend Maureen.
The next day we went to Temple Square.
Lucy was dying to take a picture in front of the temple:
I am so so so grateful for this amazing friend of mine, for the friendship we have shared for over thirty years, and for any opportunity my girls get to have her rub off on them, even just a little.