I wanted to get to Utah so fast, so that I could take the kids to the SLC airport and say another goodbye to Cade.
So we woke up early, ran over to Kneaders to put together a good airplane package of food, and went over.
When we got inside the airport, we saw tons of missionaries.
Unfortunately, just not the one we were looking for.
So there we sat.
With our package at our feet.
The kids entertained themselves at the vending machines, trying to find quarters for a treat.
(Which they obviously did.)
Then there was the airport jungle gym.
Finally Pippi dug into the “Americana” cookies we got Cade.
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We waited so long, in hopes of him calling his mom, and him coming back out.
But it was a no go.
Good thing I caught the last missionary to go through, and I told him I had a deal for him.
If he could take the package through, and look for the red-headed missionary from San Diego, he could give it to him…but keep the huge and delicious turkey sandwhich in it.
If he never found him, he could have the whole thing for himself.
(The funny part is he said he was from close to San Diego…which ended up being Laguna Niguel — and was in the Thackers ward!)
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So we drove off, not knowing whether or not Cade got the loot.
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(Update–Cade first letter home from Milan stated, “Mom, tell Lindsey thanks for all of the good food I had on the plane”.)
Hallelujah!
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