I gathered up my excitement and took it to the airport. My heart pitter-pattering the whole way, of course. Ben's excitement was evident by his power nap on the way. Too much excitement to handle, so pass out. I get it.
It's always amazing how easy coming home becomes when you do it a time or two (or six). Picking up where we left off, moving toward the normalcy we crave throughout the three months we spend apart, and catching up on life-esque things.
Like Micah in the kitchen.
I mean, I can cook. But Micah? Dude can cook.
Our day has consisted of a whole lot of nothing. We've taken naps, watched Whitney and talked about what we'll be doing for the next month. It's been grand.