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Welcome home, Lindsey and Christopher!

Our kids have been in Colorado for two and a half weeks and I missed them so much! I just picked them up from the airport tonight and we hugged for almost a minute. They were so happy to be home too, even though they had a blast visiting their cousins, aunts and uncles, and Grandma and Grandpa. Lindsey was very grown up and responsible and got the two of them off the plane, then to the restrooms, gave me a quick call to let me know they had landed, then to the baggage claim to pick up their luggage, then out to the curb for me to get them. This picture was taken outside the Riverlodge Apartments seven years ago where we lived while our house was under construction when we first moved to Texas, one day after church when Lindsey was nine years old and Christopher was three years old.
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Mrs. McDaniel said…
cute picture! I'm glad they made it home safe!
August 16, 2007 6:07 AM
Heidi said…
How funny I used to live in Riverlodge too. They look adorable!
August 16, 2007 11:33 AM
Lonna said…
I am glad that you have all of your family back. Way to go Lindsey! I find that I struggle to get out of the airport every time. That is a really cute pic.
August 16, 2007 1:28 PM
Julie V. said…
I have always loved that picture. We still have that skirt that you handed down to Morgan. Brinley can wear it now. We are saving it for this fall.
I am so glad they are home now. There's no place like home....
August 21, 2007 12:45 PM
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