Well, it finally arrived, time for Greta to go home. She tried to cram everything she loves about America into one weekend. Sam made her hamburgers on Friday night. She was in heaven.
We went to breakfast with Arline, and Jan and Julie, on Saturday morning-combination of birthdays and goodbye breakfasts. Greta wanted to have Cici's pizza for dinner. We have really ruined her diet while she has been here.
Ben, Maggie and I were doing the Graffiti Run on Sunday morning, we had registered to do it before they changed Greta's departure date. Greta wanted Sam to take her to McDonalds and Starbucks, that pretty much rounds out her favourite eating places.
We said goodbye to Greta before we left for the run because there was no way we'd make it to the airport in time. Happily, her flight was delayed and we managed to get there just in time to say another goodbye.
The kids are missing her already. Ben went from "3 days to go...., 2 days to go...." to "she said she'd text me when she got there, why haven't I heard from her?"