To say the reunion wore out Scarlett, well that's just not enough of a statement. We let her sleep as late as possible and kept her in her pj's. Then we tried to feed her as much as we could. Maybe a sugar coma would help her sleep in the car. Pop tart in each hand and a full bag of Crunch Berries on her belly. She fought hard and didn't sleep much unfortunately.
Indiana is so beautiful. We passed a stretch of sunflowers for miles.
We stopped at Wal-Mart for a Red Box video and treats. We rented Alexander's terrible, horible, no good, bad day.
Our first stop was the hospital where Luke was born. We drove through the old quaint town, past the college his birth mother attended to the hospital. So many exciting happy memories flooded back. We told all the stories of his birth again. I remember running and skipping through that parking lot into meet him.
Then we went to the Subway where we bought a sandwich for his birth mom. We snuck back into the hospital after hours to see Luke by asking her if we could bring her food. Hospital food is so gross you know. She requested subway.
Next stop was the brand new Indianapolis Temple. We didn't get tickets because we weren't sure what time we would get there. They were crowded, but they welcomed everyone in. It was a lovely tour.
The architecture and art work throughout was very fine. Tall high ceilings, dark wood trim throughout, beautiful stained glass. I was grateful to be in the temple again with my whole family. The boys asked many questions and we wispered quietly in the back as we went through. They were so tired, yet they held it together and really soaked in the temple and it's spirit.
We had an hour left of our drive to our KOA sleep spot. We made it in time to swim which was so refreshing.
We had planned to stay at Raccoon Lake State Park, but it was flooded. We scrambled to find a spot anywhere on the way to Nauvoo. We kept striking out, but Mike managed to find a spot at the KOA in Crawfordsville, IN. It smelled like second hand smoke, beer, body odor, dirt and a bad porta potty. We found 3 cigarette butts in the pool. Luke was uncomfortable with the middle aged, tattooed couple making out in the pool.
All I can think is sometimes you have to pass through the bad to know they the good.
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