We are back in town and feel a bit like I've been hit by a train, and have to get up and walk right away. I ended up with the stomach flu at the end of our training in Orlando, which was so sad because I missed out on some goodbyes. Our flight home was quite eventful with one very active child crawling back and forth between our laps as I eyed the woman sitting next to Brian as she quietly read her book and had a beverage from the cart. "I used to fly alone, it was lovely. I miss the free beverages that I now realize will end up on my lap if I opt for one."
We got home and we slept. The next day, church and more sleep. Today was difficult to get back into the swing of things and I feel like Henry may be a bit bored now that he isn't in a room with 8 other toddlers all day and a cafeteria full of people to smile and laugh with at meal times.
It is an interesting change of pace, I keep expecting to turn a corner and see some faces that we have just spent many hours with the last couple of weeks. But in reality we may never see many of them until we reach the party in the sky.
Picture of our lil fam during the training.
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