Eight one-way flights, three days and three nights, and ten hours of driving later without even hardly a peep of complaining from Poppy, we've all (excepting Austin) just returned from (as Poppy would say) "an amazing" trip with my Mom and Dad. (They live in Las Vegas.) We ate, we talked, we slept, we toured, we tried to contain Willow, we ate, we tried to contain Willow, we..., well, you get the picture. This was my parents first introduction to the seventh, and by far most active member of our family, and they were just as enthralled with her as we have been ever since we adopted her. Normally all of the Kruggel boys (cousins, sons, uncles, brothers, friends) get together this time of year anyway over the Labor Day weekend for opening day of dove hunting season down in Yuma, Arizona as the birds head south for the winter. Since my Dad's been recovering from a few recent bouts with illness, he didn't feel quite up to it this year. Without him there, it just wouldn't be the same. So we all imposed upon him and went to his house (and my Mom's, of course) instead. We were also incentived because they graciously decided to give us their gorgeous and mint condition used car for Annie's use when she heads down to Cal Poly in a week or so. She really needed a car because the old Toyota Camry is starting to show it's wear and tear after now being handed down through at least four Kruggel's, starting with my grandfather. We're so grateful as the Lord has provided for us in a great time of need while we were in a quandary about Annie's transportation situation. "Thanks so much, Mom & Dad, and thank you Lord."
Victoria and I just got off the phone with Austin. He's in Paris, getting ready to catch a plane back to the United States. He leaves in three hours. We're all giddy with excitement to gather him into our arms and complete our family for a week long reunion before the two eldest head back off to school next week.
Warm, filled, and content with it all,
Tom (and Victoria)
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