I just returned from a week in Utah and a road trip home with my honey. It was an unexpected, amazing holiday. I intend to provide you with the details, but I'm starting with a scrapbook page. This page sums up the most important part of my Thanksgiving story. Check it out (click for credits):
The journaling reads as follows:
Miracle One: It began on Sunday, Nov 21, when I realized Hunter would not be home in time for Thanksgiving. This meant I would be alone for the holiday, and I was not thrilled. The next morning I happened to mention this sad fact to my sweet sister Sarah and she proceeded to buy me a plane ticket. I was home-bound the very next day! I couldn't have been happier.
Miracle Two: The next day I flew into SLC in the middle of a huge snowstorm. I was so afraid my flight would be diverted or cancelled. Amazingly, I arrived safe and sound only an hour later than scheduled.
Miracle Three: Hunter travelled 604 miles in snow and wind, hauling a heavy load, to arrive in Minersville on Thanksgiving Day. I was able to spend Thanksgiving Day with the people I love the very most. It was a perfect day.