The trip itself was surprisingly quite uneventful, except for a few bad roads and some slippery, sloppy snow. Ten hours and we came flying out of the car doors to the fresh, familiar scent of pine and crisp mountain air. Never was a girl more happy! Haha well anyway, there are a few notable experiences at home that I feel should be documented.
1. Whitney has a HUGE obsession with Latin dancing. Huge. She especially loves a dance called Bachata. She dances Bachata all the time, morning or night, no matter the music. The other afternoon I walked into the kitchen to find Whitney Bachata-ing with my daddio. That would only be the start...
2. My grandpa came up for the holiday as well, which means I have been on an air mattress with impeccable skills for losing air right next to the french doors in my parents' bedroom. Every night has been the world's stormiest/windiest night on all earth. Last night I woke up to a strange pounding outside the window (aka right next to my head). I realized the porch swing had been blown across the deck and was now wacking into the side of the house with every gust of wind. I began wondering if I would make it through the night or whether the swing would at some point crash through the window onto my head crushing and impaling me. Nothing like a deathbed repentance.
Home life has been the usual oh-so-wonderfulness and I cannot wait to come back!
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