When we got to the airport we had a layover in Houston. I got a frantic call from the girls that they had to be at a choir performance that night. I had worked so hard to coordinate everything before I left, but this I thought was at the school. I just cried right there in the middle of the airport as I frantically called everyone I knew in this new town of ours. No one was answering and those that answered couldn't help. I was so upset and felt like a terrible mother. Then at the final minutes before it would be too late to get them a ride (and I had already told the girls they didn't have a ride) our friend Krista, Kendall's Mom, called back and they picked up the girls. The girls were so innovative that they dressed themselves in the BOYS' pants and shorts since the uniform was khaki on bottom. This made me even prouder than I expected (even if it didn't look the best). They were willing to go and do what it took to get there....