We climbed into the car and we drove. We drank coffee in Seattle and craft beer in Portland. We piled into giant, luxurious beds with mountains of pillows and slept tangled up and twisted, dodging pointy 2-year-old elbows. We watched the sun slip into the sea and disappear behind the tumultuous waves. We spent four days together, eating too much and sleeping not enough, and it was exactly what we needed.
We are home now. The fridge is empty and our annual utility bill was in the mailbox this morning and it's blood draw week and my inbox is obscenely full. But we are home. Together. We hit the reset button and we're back to tackle 2014.