I thought I’d never get home. The weather here has been a bit strange. The plane ride was incredibly bumpy. I thought I might get sick before we landed. I never feel that way. Although on the way to Denver, it was terribly bumpy too. I was glad that I hardly ate breakfast that morning.

But we’re back and unpacked with one broken item. I feel terrible about it because it was a gift. I didn’t realize that it was fragile. I had wrapped clothes around it, but it broke on the side with all the clothes. Weird.