I'm still here. Well, I suppose here is relative.
I'm sitting in a cottage in Fenwick Island. And tomorrow, we head home.
After spending a day in D.C., we're headed back home, hoping to arrive about 2 a.m. Saturday.
Plenty of stories, TONS of pictures, and probably another sad rambling about how I missed my sister's departure.
We'll laugh. We'll cry. Ansley will wet her pants while sitting on grandma's lap. True story.
Remind me to tell ya about it.