It started off well. Isla and I were on our way to the airport when I got notification that our flight had been cancelled. So the lady baby and I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon waiting in line, so that we could get bumped to a different flight, which ended up taking off late that evening. As delightful as that sounds, it actually wasn't terrible; spending all that time at the airport when everyone around you is rightfully like, OMGGGG, and you're like, guys, guys. You don't understand. I could have a three-year-old with me right now.
That is the blessing of having two I guess. When you go back to having just one, it's kind of like winning the brain lottery. SO MUCH ROOM FOR MY OWN THOUGHTS, I MIGHT AS WELL BE MEDITATING; SOMEBODY GIVE ME A MATH PROBLEM.
It was so awesome to spend the week with just Isla. It reminded me of the old days when it was just me and Everett, taking on the world; getting to experience my baby one on one. I didn't even know I had missed it until I got to L.A.! Of course, she'll never remember it, but spending that time with just my sunshine girl was so connective and needed. I love love loved it.
The time we had there felt packed to the gills, but we did manage to steal an afternoon in the L.A. flower district. So please enjoy the following 4000 pictures of peonies. Had to be done.