The Rootbeer Cone
One four-thirty AM alarm.
One one hour drive.
One last long goodbye.
One four hour flight.
One hour and a half delay.
One more three hour flight.
One tired auntie.
But all for this!
My heart is full.
And that negates the sting of my sleepy eyes.
Every time.
I'm back, Washington! Got a shower to plan, some surprises to reveal, a party to celebrate, and a whole lot of love to give out in kisses, hugs, and giggles. Hunter, Bearett, and I started the week of festivities off right…sharing a snow cone in the park on a warm summer day. And by sharing, I actually mean…sharing! They play (and eat) so well together! Love my boys!
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