Hmmm. Must have been me.
I'm coming to you through a jet-lagged, foggy brain, so please forgive any typos or strange twists of phrase in this quick little post. Seriously, it's 11 in the morning here, and I'm not handling this well at all.
Abby and I flew back from London yesterday, crashing through the doors of O'Hare's International Terminal around 3:30 p.m. to find a very handsome man in a suit smiling at us through the crowd. Yes, my sweetie had been tracking our flight and saw that we had landed, so he left his office (which is literally right next door to O'Hare) and came to greet us.
Can I just say that after nine hours on an airplane with no sleep and very little food, there is nothing--NOTHING--like seeing the smile of your sweetie through a crowd? I was one happy girl.
We had an awesome trip, Abby and I, and I have so much to tell you about it. I think I'll spend the rest of the week writing about it (so don't bother to come back until Monday if you're not interested). There is so much to tell you and I have lots of pictures to share.
But not until tomorrow. Because I'm still thawing out from the trip (let's just say that March/early April is NOT the time to go to London). And because I'm really tired. And because I've been up since 4 this morning--I was zipping through Target at 8!--but now I'm pooped.
But, seriously, I'd love to hear from you. What have you been up to for the past week and a half?