“I’ll pack the car and you get Marlowe dressed.”
It sounds like the perfect plan to me. With the car packed and Marlowe dressed, we buckle up and hit the road. The airport is a 40 minute drive from our house and Marlowe happily sings in the back. She has been talking about the airplane to see Nanny for months and has had her little backpack ready for days.
When we arrive to the airport, I hop out to get a cart and Andrew starts unloading the car.
“Did you grab Marlowe’s backpack?” He asks.
Of course I didn’t, I think to myself.
“Nope, I thought you did?” I calmly respond.
“I’m sorry, I somehow missed it.” He apologises.
I knew there was nothing we could do about it at that point and it was just a short flight so it wasn’t a big deal. I thought Marlowe would have been disappointed but she didn’t even notice!
I was relieved that I packed the snacks in my own backpack!
That perfectly packed backpack (see yesterday’s post) will remain perfectly packed at our front door ready for the next adventure.