Like the "can we just cement this feeling into my body" type of relaxed I have not felt in a long time.
A week doing nothing more than following Sofia from pool to shore to restaurant, occasionally talking to the boys and David, and reading and sleeping, is apparently really good for me.
We left on Friday afternoon, right after school, for Logan Airport. Flight to Miami.
I hate Miami Airport. It's huge, it's badly marked, people are not nice, and it's overcrowded. And poorly planned. And slow.
But eventually we made it to the hotel for the first night, and then back to the same airport in the morning for our flight to Guadeloupe, in the Caribbean.
Sofia spent most of the flights watching movies on my Color Nook (the one that was Grandma's), because her movie player died after about 20 minutes. Time to get a new one. Bummer. But at least I'd thought ahead and put some of her movies on the Nook, along with my own stuff.
She also went to the restroom about 6 times, vaulting off each and every row of seats on the way down and back each time.
Otherwise, the flights were fine. Micah sat next to Sofia on the first flight, which was helpful. Sam sat there the second flight, which was not helpful.
Sofia stops to take some photos of a tree-top while David watches
Swimming with my little fishie
Sam and one of the friends he made dug a huge hole on the beach
Sofia getting carried up the ladder for the trapeze