Bem Vinda Oma

Oma was sent off by her youngest grandson

and welcomed to North America by her oldest grandsons.

Her trip was long and exhausting but uneventful,  until we got to US border again.  

We were rushing out of the house that morning and I grabbed what I thought were my and Christian's passports.  I made sure I had parental permission to cross the border with the two boys.

We had no wait at the border and got to the Vancouver airport with time to spare.  Once my mom arrived and received many welcoming hugs, we were on our way back to the States.  Again I was surprised to see no lines at the border, but even more surprised, actually utterly shocked would be a better description of how I felt, when I saw Shawn's picture on the passport I thought was mine. Until then my mom was a little anxious about her documents.  I told her not to worry, hers would be a piece of cake compared to me trying to enter the USA with my husband's passport.  Interesting that it did not get noticed on way into Canada, but now here I was.  Fortunately, all the officer we spoke with were in a very good mood, as we entertained them with our eclectic group.  I had my nephew who was born in MA, lives in FL and was now visiting us in WA.  My mother had cleared costumes in the States once already that day when she flew in to Dallas, but they had taken her visa entry away when she left for Vancouver.  Then there was me with no passport.  Christian was the only straight forward case, I had managed to grab the right document for him.    It could be a recipe for disaster, but the officers were so gracious and comical that we ended up having a great time with many laughs. 

Welcome Mom!