. . . Kinda
Friday, the long awaited day of departure had come. Dad came home and it was time to go, but somehow six o'clock came and went, then seven o'clock, eight, and nine. By ten when we weren't ready to go still we decided to call it a night and stay in our own beds till morning. Honestly I think it was a good plan, Dad hadn't gotten more than ten hours of sleep for the last three days combined due to a craZy project at work he was trying to finish and then the car battery was giving us a bit of grief, so this is a lovely picture of Camilla and Jared looking quite ready to be done with all the packing.
