...that we missed.
Not a single American Airlines flight left Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport for Dallas on Friday and, with the time difference between Arizona and Texas, there wasn't a flight which would have left early enough on Saturday to make it in time for the actual wedding ceremony. So after a long day of waiting with hundreds of irritated passengers through flight delays and cancellations with our very hungry 18-month-old son (who was such a good sport), we finally threw in the towel and headed back to North Keesha where the goldfish crackers flow like wine.
We are beyond disappointed that we missed it -- especially after seeing Aunt Wendy's pictures of all the Thatcher grandchildren together, sans Henry. In an effort to keep the dream alive, here are some pictures of Henry dressed and ready for the wedding.











