I'm going to take this opportunity to tell you, once again, how awesome your father is. You see, a few weeks ago your mama turned 25. Now, before we go too far in this story I should tell you I'm pretty awesome, too. Your father turned 25 a few years ago and I surprised him by waking him very early in the morning, telling him to pack a bag for the weekend, and walking him outside to a van full of our friends. We then drove to Disneyland and had a great time. If you ever ask your dad someday in the future about his 25th birthday, do mama a favor and be sure not to ask him about his feet, ok?
Anyway, back to MY 25th. I knew your father had something planned, but I had no clue as to what it was. In fact, your dad wanted to keep this a surprise so bad he didn't tell a single person for fear I'd figure it out. I slowly started learning some details as the date neared: we were going somewhere cold and we had to wake up REALLY early to catch our flight. Once we arrived at the airport I was told we weren't flying direct, so I wouldn't know where we were truly going for another few hours. We boarded our flight to Phoenix and started our trip.
We made our way to our hotel and this is when I learned that Detroit is REALLY stinkin' close to Canada. Your mama's never been too great with geography. We could see Canada from out our window, just across the river, and based on how much you were moving around I think you were waving to our friends up north right along with me!
That night we went back to our hotel room and started to watch the Weather Channel. You see, a rather large snow storm was headed our way and we had plans to head home the next morning, on my actual birthday. When we woke up on December 19 we looked out the window and all we could see was a blanket of white. Our flight wasn't cancelled, or even delayed, so we packed up and went to meet a taxi for the drive to the airport. I'm not going to lie, it was by far the worst car ride I've ever been on. I mean, we had to take an on ramp and were delayed because a big rig was stuck in the snow. If they were stuck, how were WE going to make it?? There may have been a few scared tears, I really can't say for sure.
By 9 a.m. there had been 6 inches of snowfall. Our flight was at 11something so we crossed our fingers.
Love,
Mama
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