Dan and I just got back from an amazing trip to Vegas with our friends. I promise to blog about it soon (it may actually take a couple of blogs) but today I want to blog about coming home.
We got home late last night so the kids were already asleep. We snuck upstairs to just take a peek at them. We were both just starved to see their sweet little faces. We didn't want to wake them up so we decided to just crash at Mom's house so that we could see them first thing in the morning. Dan sleeps like a dead man so before he went to sleep he told me not to go up without him in the morning because he wanted to be there too.
I woke up a couple of times throughout the night. I felt like a little kid waiting for Christmas. Every time I would wake up, I would look at the clock and think "just x more hours until they wake up."
Finally, at 6:00 I heard Colton jibber-jabbering in his room. I woke Dan up and we went upstairs. I opened up the bedroom door and he was sitting up in the playpen. He looked up when we walked in and you could see that it took him a split second to process who was standing there. As quick as he could he scrambled up and reached up. I picked him up and he just wrapped his little arms around me and squeezed as hard as he could.
We took Colton back downstairs, and a few minutes later we hear little footsteps coming down the stairs. She must have heard my voice because before she even got into the room she was yelling "Mama!". She jumped into my arms and gave me a giant hug and then flew to Dan to do the same.
I'm telling you, we may not have hit the jackpot in Vegas but we sure did hit it coming home!
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