We are indeed leaving, and yes, on a jet plane. Tomorrow morning at 6:30 a.m. to be exact, we will fly out of the cold, snow laden Black Hills, make a pit stop in the even colder, City of Twins to meet up with some dear friends and on to our final destination we will go. A place that will look something like this...
Our bags are packed...well, kind of.
His more so...
than mine...
Our baby is tucked into bed at Grandpa and Grandma's, where he will spend the week getting spoiled, rotten, I'm pretty sure of it. And we are excitedly anticipating our week at a beautiful, adults only, all-inclusive, beach side, resort where we will do nothing but bake in the sun, lay by the pool, walk on the beach, admire the sunset over the ocean, sip on frozen drinks, eat scrumptious food, get waited on and catered to.
I told Josh I hope he likes leaches...because that's what I'm going to be! A leach that is attached to his side all week long! We're even going to hold hands on the plane - but he doesn't know that yet :)!
