I had planned to leave the beach 2 hours and 15 minutes before we needed to be in Ozark, because I thought that was how long it took. Troy pulled it up on Google maps, 15 mins. before departure to learn that it supposedly took 3 hours, my mom confirmed. Now I panic. Breath, panic, augh, I don't want to miss this.
Get in the car. Is the Baby Strapped in? Do I have gas? No! Crap! Hubby needs windshield on his bike, but sacrifices without it, in order to move out ASAP. Love Him.
We made it to Ozark with 3 minutes to spare. Count them, three stinking minutes. 2 hours 15 minutes, 1 gas fill up, two pull-overs to look at the map more closely because I was running off the road trying to read AND drive, and 1500 prayers later, we made it! Thank you God!
So the camera setting MUST have been wrong. ;)
After church we enjoyed dinner at my Grandmother and Grandad Bearden's house.
Emily getting into the picture frames, as every other grandchild has...
Emily and Brennen...
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Is Emily starting to look more like Troy? In that last picture I think she does! :-)
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