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.}
