In the middle of the night last night I heard crying coming from the little girl's room. It was the first cold night, one where it might be nice to flip the heater on. Eliza was in the middle of her bed in a small ball, her sheets and blankets had fallen on the ground.
Me: Eliza are you cold?
Eliza: I lost my blanket, it is sinking in Lake Powell.
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That's totally funny.
that's when you know you spend to much time there! ; ) jk! love you. miss you all!
I love it! Lake Powell dreams!
Dreaming about Lake Powell...Dreams don't get much better than that. Although Disneyland would be a great dream too.
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