Yesterday morning found me standing at the arrivals section of Denver International Airport, waiting for Glen.  I'd flown in from New York an hour earlier and he was arriving from Boston.

Glen and Kenz got in the Jeep in Breckenridge on Wednesday and drove for three days.  No sight seeing for these two, the mission was to get the Jeep to Boston and see a Red Sox game on Saturday, just in time to get Kenz to work and Glen to an early Sunday morning flight.

I'd spent the past three days in New York, visiting with family, including my nieces, Taylor and Natalie.  I love spending time with them, and this visit was no exception; we made Fairy Bread and watched Mean Girls.  We lit a candle, looked in the mirror and said "Bloody Mary" three times (nothing happened).  

I was thrilled when Natalie asked if I wanted to rent a ride-on stuffed animal from a mall kiosk, because I had every intention of doing it anyway.

When Glen and I saw each other in Denver, I could tell what we were both thinking: "This is it!"  It was only ten o'clock in the morning and we had every intention of arriving home and jumping right back into tasks.  But after early morning flights and a two hour drive, we brought our bags into the bedroom, collapsed into bed and fell asleep for three hours. 

Today we continued to check tasks off of a list that is getting oddly short, which is a good thing, because time until we leave is getting short too.   In the spirit of the countdown:  Ten days from now, we'll be making our connection to Sydney in Los Angeles.