When I was little, I absolutely loved flying. On a plane, that is. I loved the butterflies I got in my stomach as we drove to the airport—excited for whatever trip lay ahead. I adored carrying a backpack full of treats and games to keep me occupied for the duration of the flight. Security was exciting…after all, what kid doesn't like taking off their shoes? I treasured being responsible for my boarding pass, aka the golden ticket to take me on my next adventure. And I loved knowing I would never have to sit by a stranger, as my parents would arrange seating as such. The legroom was in abundance (not hard when your feet don't touch the ground), and mmmm those airline pretzels were divine. But wait, the airline dream doesn't end there. What about the landing? I remember crossing my fingers hoping we had a bad pilot so that I might experience the free-fall-lose-your-stomach-feeling that comes as a plane makes a horrible landing. Oh the joys of being a kid!!
My views of travel are drastically different these days. In fact I think it is safe to say I loathe traveling via plane. But, last week Rob and I were lucky enough to be able to go to Utah for our sister’s wedding and as such a plane was unavoidable. Naturally, the journey from NY to Utah was anything but simple. 1 train ride, 2 subway trips, 2 air-train excursions, 1 plane ride, and 10.5 hours later, we finally made it to our destination. Sigh. Typing this makes me tired all over again! Luckily, this time, I didn't cross my fingers for a bad pilot and the landing was relatively smooth :)
It was SO GOOD to be home. Gasp! The mountains!!! They are truly glorious. And how about all that space on the roads? I could swerve all over the place and still remain in my chosen lane. Amazing!! I think it is safe to say I missed Utah. Anyway, it was a whirlwind of a trip—we fit bowling, two thanksgiving dinners, two trips to the temple, a family dinner on The Roof (incredible view by the way), a stroll around city creek, a night at the Grand America, a wedding, a luncheon, a reception, good conversation and a whole lot of hugs, all into 3 and a half days. Whew! We blinked and suddenly we were back in our little apartment in Scarsdale. That saying always proves to be true—“time flies when you are having fun”.
Before I overload you with pictures, I just want to say congratulations to Marcus and Elisa Hoskins!! I am so happy they found each other and I am even more happy I am related to them :) They are truly a dynamic duo!
So without further ado, a few pictures from the weekend:
Trip to Utah...check.
Okay okay I know I already posted lots of pictures but i just have to show a few more, because guess what? I finally got my wedding pictures back! Here is just a peek at them...
Saving the rest (or at least some of them) for a future post.
And this concludes yet another loooooooooong entry.