We both spoke in church on fathers and our Heavenly Father. There were a couple of fantastic musical numbers. One if which was from the little kids. Only a few years and out Olivia will be up there singing with them. The Bishop in our ward loves the chance to hold the babies. So he held Olivia while I spoke.
After church we changed our clothes and Steven took Olivia and I to the airport. Traffic was bad in some of the parts and it made me nervous I would miss the flight. That's me, a worrier. Thankfully we didn't. But security was a bit of a nightmare. Apparently I made it look effortless to the guy working there because he did not cut me any slack and glared because I was going too slow for him maybe? Either way we made it on the plane. Olivia did so so good. She cried for a little a couple of times, but nothing a little food couldn't fix. I'm so proud of her. She even put on a little show for people watching.
We finally made it to seatac airport. Where she was able to meet her Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Larry.




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