So that saturday morning after the girls' party, we flew down to florida. Ryan wasn't able to come until thursday that following week. Since I can't legally fly with the 3 girls by myself (2 lap children makes it a little difficult), mom and dad were sweet enough to fly down with us (I have NO idea what I would have done without them that week in florida).
I was a little nervous, but overall the girls did really well. Wouldn't you love to see me and my clan board YOUR flight. : )
This was before the SUPER SWEET (add dripping sarcasm please) informed us that 2 lap children can't be in the same row. So Kate joined Ava and myself for the remainder of our two flights.
Kate loving on her baby.
Our time with my grandpa was so special. It's hard to see him grieve Grandma, but we're unbelievably thankful for how God has provided for him. He couldn't have been more accommodating or appreciative of us spending time with him. The girls would fuss or make mess after mess and he would just say over and over how much he loved having them there. It makes me cry just thinking about it.
Ava and Daddy with the beloved slurpee.