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Glo's Birthday (Hello Halloweekend!)

Glo's birthday this year was a little anti-climactic, seeing as she didn't come home on her birthday itself.  Normally, we spend her birthday weekend watching General Conference and building Legos, but we had to just FaceTime her for her birthday unwrapping (this was the first time we had contact with "Glo's Ethan" though, as he was sitting in the room but Hannah and Glo kept him off camera).

Never keeping things easy though, we tried to get everyone in on the birthday call which meant Ethan and Rebecca were part of it as well.  Glo got a new pair of Maui Jim sunglasses from me, and Baby didn't let the moment pass to show that she also has a pair of sunglasses ;-) #MeltMyHeart


We did bring her and Johannah home a couple of weeks later though to go to drink apple cider.


And to attend a Michigan hockey game.



And to go to Cedar Point Halloweekends, because let's face it, it's no October without a visit there. And every year, Glo brings her Interlochen friend, Gretchen, who makes no judgements about us and our Halloweekend fanaticism.  Crazy thing though was that a storm was supposed to be passing through.  We kept our rain coats with us even though there was little sign of rain as we walked in the park.  However, just minutes later, the heavens opened, and it downpoured for a good hour.  And yes, we stood in line for the Hexen house, in the sideways rain, waiting for I-don't-know-what.  But once we came out, the rain was done...and the park was basically empty.  So we yeeted through so many experiences and rides with absolutely no more lines.  It was AWESOME!







And Hannah got to see Hootie.  Sometimes, I think that's the MAIN reason she comes home ;-)



And I took a picture of Glo and Cher, because who knows how much longer she will be around #ChiefNoMore



This just might be one of the best photos of I've ever gotten of Glo.

And the next day, less than 48 hours later, they were headed back to school.
















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