


I thought it would be fun to show Jackson that we found a street with his name on it in San Francisco and asked Jeff to pose by the sign. Later I noticed that the temple was on Lincoln street and continued the tradition of street name pictures as we were driving back to the city for our last night.
We found a hotel close to the airport because we had a 6am flight. We enjoyed their warm indoor swimming pool, found a local Pho restaurant and went to bed early. Everything went smoothly getting into our layover in Salt Lake City. It was so hard for me to be there and not want to run right out of the airport and see my friends and family there. Jeff went to talk to the people about our missing baby carrier (they found it) and learned that they had overbooked the flight and that they would be asking for volunteers to wait for the next flight. I quickly called Dayna to see if it would work for us to get together and she and her family adjusted their day to make it work! They got me on a flight TEN hours later and I was able to spend the day with my dear friend! What a blessing!
They begged Jeff to stay behind with me to open up another spot on the plane, but we didn't think it was a good idea with the baby having such a long day and the other kids needed to be picked up for school the next day. They used some serious dollar incentives and he was able to leave on a flight 4 hours later. Because of these vouchers we will be able to take our whole family on another trip - probably to Orlando in September. Jeff was a trooper to keep the baby by himself the rest of the trip and manage all of the luggage (which we'd kept to one big bag, his laptop bag and a baby backpack). THANKS JEFF!
Remember last week how I mourned my Dayna time? Remember I hadn't seen her in 6 years? I cried right there in the airport I was so darn excited. She was hosting a family birthday dinner that night for one of her daughters so we worked together all day getting it ready and talked and talked. We just can't let six years go by like that again!
While I was waiting for the flight back to OKC they announced that a mechanic was "out there" and they didn't know why. The girl across from me looked worried and I said, "don't worry... I'm having the luckiest day ever and I don't think anything could go wrong." It turned out that the mechanical problem was with the gate door and had nothing to do with the plane.
AWESOME DAY!!!
When I got home my boys had left me these sweet notes. You might have to click on them to see them closer up and truly appreciate them. I was so surprised and touched that Jackson tried to sound out words to write us a note (he's never done that before). He wrote I L H Q DD M - translation: I like you Dad and Mom. ADORABLE. I pointed out to Jackson that I was wearing a green shirt in my picture and he said, "no, that's your blood." Alrighty then. Lincoln's said, "I mist you. We got to play at church." Apparently both of the children think I have some seriously long finger nails. They probably miss the way I tickle their backs at night. I missed that too.