Our plane got delayed at the airport out of Bakersfield. Normally, that would be considered a bummer. But while at the airport, Ken and Debra said "Well, why don't you just come to our house!" It turned out to be this precious couple of hours while Ken took everyone for a ride in his old Plymouth and Debra kept the fire burning while showing the girls some of her childhood Christmas treasures. This coat was actually made for Debra when she was a little girl. We listened to music, shared memories, and wouldn't have traded this time for all the on-time flights in the world.
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