I'm back! And, wow, what a trip. A part of me wishes I could regale you with stories and pictures, but I'm aware that I set off to write a blog about religion and kids — not a travelogue — so I'll spare you the irrelevant. Begrudgingly. I'm happy to report, though, that there was one relevant story from the trip to share with you. (A really good one, actually!) But that will need to wait until Thursday, when I'm not quite so overwhelmed by the backlog of emails and texts and bills and to-do lists piling up before me on this fine Monday morning. And do you know how long it's been since I've looked at The Twitter?? I barely know what's going on in the world at this point.
Suffice it so say, though, my 40s are off to a great start. And I owe it — as well all do, right? — to my family and friends. Those who were by my side as I traipsed through all those nauseatingly adorable French villages last week, and those who weren't. I love you all.