One more night of sharing a room with Ethan; my little sighing, kicking, singing sleeps-like-a-log little rhino.
One more day of living out of a suitcase.
One more day of no routine. This felt lovely.
One more day of no chores, cleaning, cooking, bill paying or organizing.
One more day of our holiday.
Tomorrow we fly.
Home for a week then Dave leaves for four. I hope it stops raining for at least 5 minutes before summer in New Zealand. I never expected this trip to Florida to feel so much like returning home. It has caught me by surprise.
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