if only i could do this every day...

 i keep pinching myself.

did i really just fly home in a private jet for a day?

{like i said, i keep pinching myself.}

what a fun, unexpected, blessing and experience.

i say blessing, because a trip home was well needed.

quite literally an answer to my prayers.

i was craving a little family time.

i'm forever thankful to my 'new friend' who so graciously extended the offer.

how could i ever say no to something this great?

but more importantly, how can i ever repay him or say thank you enough?

a batch of cookies just doesn't quite compare to a jet ride home.

{any suggestions? start brainstorming!}

what a flight, what a memory and what a day.

the whole 32 hours went by oh, so fast.

i walked onto the jet expecting to be a passenger... 

but instead of being bumped up to "first class", i got bumped up to copilot. 

hello, awesomeness. 

i spent every minute home with family.

complete bliss, i tell you.

i hoped back on that plane and enjoyed a late night ride

{all alone again- this time lounging in the back}

replaying the laugher, memories and love spent in those hours;

trying not to fly away too fast.

it was a perfect weekend, 

thanks to a trusty little jet.

{oh, and the best family in the world.}