We came back. Surprisingly not reluctantly in the end. Armed with a plan.
It could take a while, but we're going home for good. Just maybe not quite yet.
I have a tan.
I have gone to 14 beaches. 14. No, seriously. Jacob is a saint.
I promise I'll tell you all about it. Just as soon as I catch up on the eleventy-nine-hundred loads of laundry that are calling my name.
And dinner. I need dinner. Almost 10000 miles of travel makes Bridget hungry. Even though I would prefer to sit here and marvel at the gorgeous tan color of my skin, we really need to eat.