Ready for Takeoff

YAY! Passport is in hand. Now we can officially be excited.

It turns out that the US government was, in fact, planning to hose me, as my passport did not show up today - the last business day before we leave. However, thanks to a very special husband and brother-in-law, the local Norwalk passport agency suffered a giant beatdown and forked over the appropriate documents. I'm convinced that it was pure chivalry that brought James to our rescue and certainly not the fear of losing 6 whole weeks of boys' nights, drinking milk straight from the carton and going to bed without washing his feet.

Tomorrow, we pack. I may even have Jennifer do a dry run up the hills of New Canaan with full cargo. You can never be too prepared.