With David graduated, we've been squeezing everything we can into this time knowing that his time will be limited in the near future, Lord willing. So I thought I'd work backwards over the past several weeks and share some of our adventures.
Last weekend we were total road warriors. Our goal - North Texas. Halfway point - Bella Vista, AR. We spent the night with Ed and Bobbie. The evening was monumental. Sam the cat actually tried to jump in my lap during dinner. Not to mention Bobbie provided a delicious three-course meal complete with red meat and ice cream.
Then we hit the highway again for some R&R time with Dad and Pat at Crooked Creek Ranch. Visitors must always keep a few things in mind at CCR. First, the foreman cooks a mean breakfast, so a late morning just isn't smart. Sunday morning it was eggs benedict and hash browns with coffee. Take a look at that plate.
Lastly, firearms are welcome. But only half-smiles for the camera, please.
We had a big 'ole time celebrating Dad's birthday with them. Thanks, Dad and Pat, for your hospitality and loads of love. We had a blast. We got to see Mom, too! She drove several hours to see our faces. And she looked so pretty, but I still forgot to take a picture with her. Darn! Mom, we love you and loved seeing you. :)
One week before that I was headed to New York City for work, so David snagged a buddy pass from Melissa and we hit the town for two days. What a trip! Well, more so for David. I had to work most of the time, but who can complain when they get to spend an afternoon and an evening seeing the sights with their handsome hubby? We stayed right on Times Square and took pictures like wild, crazy, annoying tourists on our way to lunch the first day.
Naturally, we knew a traditional NYC deli was in the plans. Who doesn't crave pounds of greasy deli meats and teeny tiny sodas for $5 with no refills? We do! David finished his colossal BLT and declared a new diet upon reaching Missouri soil.
And what's winter without a snow day including school closings and news stories covering the pillaged grocery shelves by panicked shoppers who inevitably make it out onto the roads the very next day? We call that a sad winter season. Since Forest Park is one of the things we love most about St. Louis, that's where we go when Schnucks' checkout lines go 25 deep. All you need is a pizza pan and snow pants, people. They even light up the ponds at night and build fires to warm your noses in these parts. You just can't be afraid of looking like a bit of a dork.
That's all for now. We love you, miss you and pray for you often! Please be praying for David's job search and interviews!
Missy Morgan
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