We made it to Miami for the Orange Bowl. The sun here is too bright for my blood shot eyes (thank you pink eye), but not too bright for my pasty white skin. The resort is too sharp for my accident prone 9m old (thank you metal bench), but not too sharp for my grizzly bear legs. This poolside mocha was too late to bring me life (thank you airport with toddler experience), but not too late to make my day… because after surviving the last 24 hours, I deserve it! Grateful to be surrounded by maize umbrellas and the people I love to end 2016.
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You are so talented. Love this!!!