Most of you know that our girlies left for Europe yesterday. It’s been a most discombobulated week — and I am not the best at juggling everything. I dealt with the approaching departure by just not thinking about it. We did take pictures when the girls left, but they took our only working cameras, so I don’t have those pictures. But these are the two that went:
And no, they didn’t go by boat. They went by plane. This morning I got up and looked at the tracking program that our Beloved Son in Law had put up, and according to that, the plane had disappeared into the ocean about five hours out. I tried not to worry. I went to the details of the flight and read, “Flight diverted” and “Flight plan altered” bu there wasn’t any more information (that I could understand, that is!) I decided not to worry until I heard that a plan actually went down en route to London, and that never happened — and now, I’ve just had this message from Rachel:
“Hey mama! so we’re safe and sound in London. I’m sitting in our hostel (which is pretty stellar and is filled with nice people!) I do miss you all bunches. Hey, there is a Netflix somewhere in the living room that deb didn’t send back. It’s called Australia and it needs to be returned… could you maybe find it and send it back for her? I love you bunches. 🙂 rach”
And of course, this Mama’s heart is mightily comforted. I might even go and look for that netflix that was mentioned . . .