She and Owen are racing to catch their flight as I type, because I may have gotten them there late in hopes that they may have to stay another night (sorry Scott). I know, I am so selfish; I blame it on being the spoiled youngest child of three girls. Anyway, we had such a fun few days and now I am left in an empty house with no excavator Owen, no Owen singing "Happy Birthday to Anyone!" no Owen squeezing your cheeks and giving you a big kiss, no Owen asking "where is Woe?" no big sis, no misplaced toys, not even a smelly diaper. The only evidence that they were ever here...
*The runner on the table is named "Owen" and was a wedding gift from Uncle Drew and Aunt Sarah Elizabeth! Thank you!
Shelley left us with some happy spring flowers in hopes that I would not be sitting at home right now blogsobbing about how I missed them! 3 more weeks until the beach and hopefully I will see them again!
Update: Text message states that I failed my mission. Shelley says that they made the flight and are in the plane to B-ham. I tried.
xoxo- Beck Beck