On Thursday afternoon last week I went to San Diego, and I just got back late Monday night. My little brother, Matthew, left on a mission for our church yesterday and lots of the family got together before he left. We had some flight delays, but luckily made it through the Chicago airport alright (which Michael and I usually try to avoid in the wintertime, but that didn’t work out with this flight). I took Courtland (who is still young enough to fly free), and the other boys stayed with Michael and enjoyed a long weekend with him here. While we were in San Diego, we enjoyed lots of late nights talking and having fun, lots of early mornings (Courtland never got off of New York time and woke up around 4:30am almost every day), a morning doing baptisms in the San Diego temple, a little bit of shopping with my mom and sister Michelle, a late night movie or two (with many of us falling asleep and sleeping in the living room the rest of the night), watching Courtland and his cousin Lizzie crawl around the house with each other, walking outside barefoot in January, a quick trip to the beach to take some family pictures, a very good talk by Matthew at church on Sunday morning, some fun ukulele songs by my sister Jennifer, taking pictures of Courtland and Lizzie together, eating mandarin oranges straight from the tree (the babies enjoyed the oranges peels and all), peppermint ice cream pie and my favorite orzo salad on my 28th birthday, seeing my two Grandmas, Jennifer insisting on dressing Courtland in Lizzie’s tutu and pigtails, Courtland acting really cute but also more shy than normal with lots of unfamiliar people around, a dip in the jacuzzi, a web cam conversation with Michael and the boys, an older lady at church having an episode with diabetes and needing to have an ambulance come (she was alright after getting a shot), a “family” dinner for Matthew on Sunday afternoon (our “family” in San Diego has always consisted of several close family friends), Lizzie and Courtland sharing a bath together in the kitchen sink, getting to know my brother in law a little better, letting the babies pet my parents’ dog Makai, lots of cuddles for Courtland and all of his family members, going to the church with Matthew when he was set apart as a missionary Sunday night, and sitting around the kitchen table and just talking and joking with the whole family (one of my favorite parts about going back). I’ve decided that New York needs to be a little closer to California.
Here are some pictures from our morning at the temple:
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