We are back from a deliciously long trip to California. (Bodega Bay, San Francisco and San Diego specifically.)
We attended my dear brother’s wedding, rode a cable car, fell in love with the Golden Gate Bridge, played with cousins and rode some great waves.
Now we’re home: tired with jet lag and slowly emptying our suitcases.
Out of the six of us, my boy pictured above is the happiest to be home. And ready to fight some fires. Firefighting is his latest passion. The red bottle on his back? Oxygen tank. Goggles? Firefighters need a mask.
(Daily photos from the trip are coming soon.)