Am packing for our trip to Spain. In the process I've discovered: dear god in a housedress, I live under a rock. I haven't gone "out" in oh, over a year I imagine. I no longer know how to wear lipstick. My feet, my barefoot garden loving feet, are in desperate need of a pedicure. And I threw a load of whites in the wash with a delicate, silky PINK wrap. And now everything is pink. Everything. I have never, ever done that before. Love how I saved that up for right now. So I'm a bit muddled. Thank you all for your love from my last post. Some days parenting just knocks my socks off. Today, Bean was still sleeping when I was getting ready to leave--so I smooched him and sort of nudged him awake and he opened his eyes, reached out and climbed into my arms for the world's most perfect snuggle ever. I'm gonna miss him like crazy. Even though we'll be soaking in Old World charm, and having drinks with some of our best friends ever, and generally having a blast.
I'll try to update when I'm there, but I can't be sure of the Internet connection I will have. Don't think I've forgotten you. I'll be taking lots and lots of pictures.