And just like that, we’re home. How does time fly so fast? I was talking to my cousin about our trip on the first weekend we were there and I told her that I just love the feeling of knowing the trip still stretches two weeks before you. And then suddenly you’re on the plane ride home. Little bit sad and hard to fathom.
Happily, we had the best travel day ever. We had a perfect layover in LA and then got on a new plane to head to Dulles. Jack took two good naps and Ev, without help or coaxing from us, eventually curled up, put her head on Wesley’s lap and fell to sleep for two hours. Each seat had a movie screen with free movies/tv/games and so we both watched a show and high fived over our sleeping children. Definitely a first.
We both really, really hate leaving Cayucos but it was a good feeling to be home. We had all Sunday to catch up on laundry and mail and such and… My friend was house sitting for me and had thoroughly cleaned my refrigerator and then purchased some basics for me. And then more wonderful people came over and filled it with manicotti and salad and bread and enchiladas and rice and beans and egg casserole and cinnamon rolls and pecan pie and coffee and bananas and cheerios and more. And Wesley and I high fived more and were like dude! Our house is clean, our bills are paid, our kids are sleeping and we have a fridge full of awesome food. Best feeling ever.
And then we got ready to go a super bowl party and Ev looked so cute that Wes took her downstairs to take some pictures of her. Only she found the tripod. Soo.
Oh my heart. Also. Jack was pretty stoked to be home too.