As I type, I'm curled in bed with the blankets tucked close, sweater on, and wool socks tucked into my pants. Our door is open to let the rush of the ocean in, heavy salt air and the roll of waves colliding with rocks. Little man is sleeping in his hotel crib tucked in a closet while Peyton finds a bootleg version of the Ravens game to fill those nap time hours. It's a family vacation at it's best: relaxing, cozy, and seasonally appropriate. A celebration of 3 years of marriage and the relative ease of traveling with just one tag-along.
We return on Wednesday, after exploring this rocky coast and Portland for a week. Then it's back to the daily grind of cleaning and cooking and dog walking and hot weather managing. I'm not quite ready, but it will have to do. And until then, I'm soaking in enough fall to last me until October, when hopefully it will at least attempt to set foot in Austin.
Wishing you all a cozy Sunday,
**Also, thank you all so much for the love and support for our announcement on Tuesday. We are excited and stunned and just thankful that I'm finally feeling a bit more human.
Thank you, thank you for all your warm wishes.**
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