Today, after a tearful goodbye to Grandma, Abby and I flew all the way from Pensacola to Salt Lake City by ourselves!
Abby was a champ for most of the journey. On our first flight, at 5:30 in the morning (yuck!!!), Abby fell asleep right before take off. I got to snuggle with her the entire way to Atlanta. She is a great snuggler when she is sound asleep.
Then, we maneuvered her and her stuff and my stuff through the Atlanta airport. She is fascinated by airports. She made the cutest little noises all the way through the halls, on the train, and up and down some VERY long (and vertigo inspiring) escalators.
On the next flight, she said she wanted a window seat.
Abby was really good through the entire four hour flight. She only squawked a couple of times, but was generally very agreeable. The lady in the seat next to us adored her and all of our plane-mates complimented her on how good and happy she was. She accepted all of these compliments and rewarded her fan club with smiles and giggles. It was pretty cute to watch.
And, now we are back home and it is GORGEOUS here too. What a lucky duck I am to have such a great place to live. Everything is bright and blooming and colorful. It is good to be home!