The Potato State: Finale

Our vacation was planned to go until Monday, but Sarah and I left early to make it to my grandfather's funeral. It was a happy final day filled with nonchalant conversation, packing, and planned dashing from plane to plane--until our flight was delayed. Here we sit, Sarah and I in Denver, waiting for our flight to arrive. By the time we take off, we would have already been home if the flight hadn't been delayed over three hours. I blame this morning's omen. Everything was happy...until a bird hit our window.

 

No jokes were allowed to be made about the bird. But this experience did provide me with a window into Sarah's soul. I just pray I don't run into it.