Corey came home yesterday. Thank goodness!! He was several hours late, however, and his Cricket phone was out of range. So by the time he got to Clinton and called Codie, she was already convinced that he was dead. (I was starting to worry, myself.) He was just caught behind a semi accident near Branson that turned the freeway into a parking lot. We were real glad to see him home safe.
Here's the project Codie created while he was gone. Well, I should say "Codie and I." She got right up to the sewing machine, and then she lost her nerve. So the design and embroidery are hers, but the stitching is Mama's. Blame me for the quality of the photos, too. I just can't hold the camera still.