We are back from traipsing the globe, putting our jet-setting ways behind us, and let me tell you, that whole need-a-vacation-after-your-vacation thing is real.
Hawaii was glorious. The sun was warm, the air was sweet, the birds sang strange new songs to intrigue and delight me. I turned 40 surrounded by my most loved and favorite people. We wore ourselves out hiking, swimming, and partying...and then we came home to laundry and work and school. It's definitely enough to make one need a vacation. It didn't help that we all came home from our amazing trip sporting the newest, most stylish flu-like cold the airlines had to offer. A real doozy with fevers, sore throats, and plenty of coughing to go around. No rest for the weary.
But now a week has passed. Calvin is fully recovered while Jon and I are straggling along as adults with illnesses always do. Still, the laundry's done and we're back on a regular schedule with a few days of school under our belts, almost acclimated to the time and weather change. Only the dog seems unwilling yet to forgive us our absence.
