All good things must come to and end.
We woke up on our last morning in Seattle, anxious to see our girl but not quite ready to return to real life.
A mixup at checkout and a long line at McDonalds made for a crazy race to return the rental car on time.
Reece, Cindy and I watched the ETA on the GPS while AJ maneuvered the little Subaru through traffic in record time.
We all assumed we would die right then and there, but sure enough, we made it back to the rental place with like a minute to spare.
Which was awesome, until we learned the rental place gives an hour grace period for returns.
Oh well -- it made for some good memories.
At least Cindy and I got our Diet Dr. Peppers and Reece got his free, stale popcorn from the rental lobby.
From the rental place we returned to the gigantic mall, where we had about four or five hours to kill until we had to be at the airport.
We explored a stinky Japanese supermarket located INSIDE the mall -- and as our driver said to us earlier, "They'll have to burn this place to the ground to get rid of that smell."
We ate lunch at BJ's.
Apparently AJ really likes it.
I don't need to go shopping again for a really, really long time.
We made it to the airport, only to discover our flight had been delayed an hour.
So Cindy and I walked up and down every single terminal in search of ice cream and had to settle for Wendy's frosty shakes.
Goodness, it felt good to get off that plane and back into my little house.
It took everything inside me not to wake up my slumbering baby with a big smooch.
It was a trip to remember and we definitely can't wait for the next one, whenever it may be.
Wait for it...