We went to Tulane, put my camera on a tripod and here's the whole crew:
Notice the look Claire is giving the dog. Most people look at that dog in the same way. It drew blood at least once while we were there. But we love the Abuelos. They always make us good food and tell us good stories and give lots of love when we go.
As we were driving out of NOLA, heading back to AZ, I thought about all the times I had left my Udall home: after every visit from boarding school and college, the mission, even after marriage. Despite priding myself in my independence, every time, I leave with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Leaving my Garcia family is no different. They are tightly woven into my life and heart. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.



















