Tomorrow morning I am going to get on a plane with my husband and we are escaping across state lines into a magical state of relaxation:
We are going to see my brother and his awesome family.
We are going to stay up late and sleep in even later.
We are going to explore, and sight-see, and eat all the junk food and gourmet meals we can.
We are going to greet each morning without the pall of responsibility hanging over our euphoria.
We are going to have an absolute blast!
And then, when we have done all these things, we are going to come home wreathed in exhausted smiles, satisfied that we were as frivolous and carefree as it is possible for two human beings to be.
I love vacation days!
