The last few days in California were spent in a whirlwind of activity. We were fortunate enough to get to go out on my Aunt Pat and Uncle Herb's boat for an evening. We left the dock in San Diego Bay right before sunset, sailed past the aircraft carrier USS Midway and another carrier, past some submarines and an old sailing ship, then we were passed by the Navy Seals buzzing along in Zodiac rafts, returning to base from a training mission. We reached the Coronado bridge just as the sun was beginning to set, and got some great photos as we took turns doing our best Titanic "Kate and Leo" impressions. Despite the fact that Norah and Justin were each given a chance to drive the yacht we obviously made it back safe and sound. It was quiet out on the water and we enjoyed nightfall and the chilly wind off the water. Upon returning to dock we grilled dinner and enjoyed eating with the stars above us and the surrounding city lights reflected in the black water.
On June 5 we were able to attend my cousin Dallas' high school graduation, then on the 6th we got to party with everyone at my Aunt Paula and Uncle Henry's house to celebrate. It was wonderful to see everyone again celebrating an important milestone, sharing "Dallas" stories and enjoying each other's company.
The babies had a great time chasing each other around, playing with everyone, and watching the planes overhead. That's right, the planes overhead. Jeff quipped that we were either under attack by a very outdated Airforce or an airshow was taking place up the road. To our delight, the house was directly in the flight path of all manner of WWII planes approaching the airfield.
June 7th was our last day of vacation. We spent the morning at the hotel, visiting with my aunts and grandparents before we had to say our goodbye's and head to the airport. It was hard to leave and return to our normal, hectic life, but at the same time it was good to be home.
On June 5 we were able to attend my cousin Dallas' high school graduation, then on the 6th we got to party with everyone at my Aunt Paula and Uncle Henry's house to celebrate. It was wonderful to see everyone again celebrating an important milestone, sharing "Dallas" stories and enjoying each other's company.
The babies had a great time chasing each other around, playing with everyone, and watching the planes overhead. That's right, the planes overhead. Jeff quipped that we were either under attack by a very outdated Airforce or an airshow was taking place up the road. To our delight, the house was directly in the flight path of all manner of WWII planes approaching the airfield.
June 7th was our last day of vacation. We spent the morning at the hotel, visiting with my aunts and grandparents before we had to say our goodbye's and head to the airport. It was hard to leave and return to our normal, hectic life, but at the same time it was good to be home.
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