this is hilarious. I drafted this post & as I was reading all my embassy trip stories to my hubby (to make sure I didn’t forget any important details) I realized that I just hopped over the craziest part of welcome home. maybe because I am in denial still that things were not-so-perfect. we get home from the airport (the party we dreamed about) and I think I had the adriniline to push through it, but poor stephen was already feeling sick from the burger we had in DC. we literally had to pull over on the side of the road on the way home for him to throw up. thats just like life though right – you are just driving along into the sunset, and then all of a sudden you have to stop to upchuck. we came home on the heels of super storm sandy so you know what was playing 24/7 on our TV for a week. honestly, the first 3 days was a blur. my mom is a SAINT and I’m so thankful she was there. we were both sick (both ways…) for about 3 days. (including both the kids have double ear infections, asher getting pink eye & camps exema). I literally don’t remember the morning after we got home until that weekend when the family came. but thats life. sorta like how we planned our whole wedding ceremony at the church at the lake so we could see the sunset and then it was cloudy that night. you can hope for something but it doesn’t always happen how you want. more about that later. for now, some cute pics of my babes.
Hey, I'm Wynne!
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