Red Eyes and a Blue Heart

At 12:50 am we boarded our plane from LAX. Yep, our first ever "red-eye"... and arriving four hours later in Atlanta, our eyes were a bit scarlet. But knowing that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. awaited us, (and the help of a yummy vanilla latte and cheese grits at the Stone Soup Cafe), we were on our way.

We saw MLK's birth home,

the church where Daddy King and MLK preached,

the burial site of MLK and Mrs. King,

and Martin Luther King Jr.

Although it was very moving and inspiring and wonderful,

I wish that it could have been bigger.

I wish that it could have been more current.

I wish that it could have showcased more heroes of the struggle.

I wish that there could have been so much more.

They deserved it.

Yet, with red eyes and a blue heart, I was there.

And I am changed.

Road Trippin'

Where life is slower-

the land is drier-

and cattle guards are still cool.

It's nice to be home.

Swell-ee-oh

Spring Break...Santa Monica Pier...Sweet Friends...Super Day!

(oh...and Ally's first Slurpee!)

Swell-ee-oh.

So much for thinking...

I thought that they were too old. I thought that they wouldn't want to do it anymore.

I thought wrong.

Luck of the Irish

The girls had been anxiously awaiting St. Patrick's Day...

as every green dish, plate, teacup and bowl flew out of the cupboards.

The table was set, the green pancakes were made, and they were feeling quite lucky!

But they didn't know that the luck of the Irish was mine....

as I am so very lucky to have them.

Does that make you just green with envy?

Day 4 Celebration

Guess why they call it Gatorland? Nope. It's because they have a lot of gators.

Little gators.

Big gators.

Head chomping gators.

Duh. Like I'm really that silly.

But the emus. The emus can't kill us. We like emus.

And then there is the city of Celebration, Florida, which we found on accident because I had to mail letters to my friend and the Netflix.

Today.

No fights. No cranky kids. No airline tickets to buy again.

Yes...today was a day of Celebration.

The only thing missing? We were SOOOOOO thirsty.

Guess we should've brought our gator-ade.

Day 1 and 3...

Day 1: Flew out of Long Beach Airport. What a swell airport. Where else do you get to actually walk out on the tarmac to board the plane?

Day 2: We won't talk about this day. The combination of sleeplessness, jet-lag, and a very fine fight ... spousal discussion, made this a day to, well, not talk about. Enough said.

Day 3: The girls and I took on Epcot...

But at the end of the day...Epcot won.