On Monday night, Brad realized that my passport had expired back in April. Our flight was set to leave for Nova Scotia on Saturday. That gave us 4 business days to try to figure something out. Needless to say, some tears were shed as I tried to imagine how I would tell my mother (who was at that very moment posting Facebook statuses about how excited she was to see us) that we weren't going to make it. After lots of Googling, scrambling, and praying, the Canadian Consulate in Atlanta gave me an early Christmas Miracle by approving a temporary passport for me. We had to rush to Atlanta on Wednesday morning to apply in person, and we had to drive back on Friday to pick it up in person. Thankfully, our flight was leaving from Atlanta on Saturday, so we were able to spend the night at Ben and Nancy's house. I am still shaking my head at this whole preventable fiasco. Needless to say, we'll be extra sensitive to passport expiry dates for the rest of our lives. I wish I had pictures to share of this Amazing Race, but the whole thing is kind of a blur, and I have no photo evidence that it ever happened.
Saturday, we woke up early, and we were anxious to get
We waited as patiently as we possibly could at this point.
|Thank you, Ipad video app.|
|Watching for our airplane with Daddy.|
|Waiting for our boarding call with Mommy.|
We arrived to hugs, kisses, and happy faces.
|Bonding with cousin Tessa over a pink guitar.|
|So many kisses from Auntie Laura!|