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The One Where We Leave/Arrive

Leaving on a trip - and returning back home - always makes me feel a little bit strange. It's that feeling where you don't really know if you're coming or going. Especially when you're up before the sun in an effort to make it to the airport on time. But god bless Air Canada for having a direct Winnipeg to Vancouver flight that leaves a whole hour later than WestJet's. Because of that, this morning was a lot easier to stomach.

We got ready and to the airport without a hitch (other than the moment about three minutes after we left the house when I realized that I'd forgotten one of my bags at home, but we left early enough - and live close enough to the airport - that it wasn't a big deal to go back and retrieve it). My dad graciously volunteered to drive in and take us to the airport, which made the whole process a heck of a lot easier. I'm all for hybrid taxis, except when you need to fit two adults, a baby, and a month's worth of luggage inside.

Briony did *great* on the plane again. I sighed a ginormous sigh of relief when she fell asleep two minutes before the plane started moving, and she woke up again around 45 minutes before the end of the flight - just enough time to change her, feed her, and prepare for the descent.

Marilyn met us at the airport, and we spent the rest of the morning and afternoon in the city before heading out to Abbotsford. Briony's spent a fair amount of time with Marilyn - a week when she was two weeks old, and ten days around two months ago - but you never know when it comes to babies... It was another answered prayer when Briony smiled at her without any hesitation at all. Just seeing Marilyn's face confirmed that we absolutely made the right decision in coming out here so soon after our last visit. That grandmother-granddaughter bond is something very, very special - and Briony is lucky enough to have *two* grandmas who are head-over-heels crazy about her (and willing to share her).

Oh, did I mention that Geoff is still sick? He's been feeling disgusting since Wednesday night, and after we arrived in Abbotsford, we didn't see much of him at all for the rest of the day. Always a little interesting when you're playing single parent at your in-laws' house. Crossing my fingers that he's feeling better in the morning.

Labels: Briony, Family, The Boy, Travel

posted by Lindsay @ 8:28 PM