Saying goodbye to darling Seren and darling Eddie at Port Macquarie Airport. I love them so, love my Aussie Family, love my dear little American family i'm about to be reunited with, love my Thai family, love my English family... wish we could ALL be together!

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baker st jones said…
we miss you aunty megan!

eddie said this morning, 'her didn't want to go on the plane'

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Thu Nov 29, 09:22:00 pm AEDT
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