Nearly home, but not without one more dip in the spa. Not without cozying up on the couch for episode two of Downton Abbey and trying to finish all the hummus we thought we had to buy and learning how to play Dutch Blitz. Nearly home to thirteen Smalls whose soft arms have left our necks naked for three days. Nearly home with the sexiest pair of heels I've ever seen, which I will wear for a very deserving husband. Those and the Get-Along shirt. Giddy-up.
This is me being real. Not wanting to leave. Not able to wait to get home.