You guys. Dave has this reward program set up with his lumber supplier (point of clarification: he builds homes) and the offerings are completely random and somewhat all encompassing. We actually “bought” the computer I’m typing on with rewards. Anyhoo, on a crazy-off-the-wall-whackado chance, I sent a “special request” for flights to Italy.

Oh my gosh. Who does that?

While we’re at it, who goes for a walk with their chickadees and gets a call from the reward travel agent and BOOKS A FLIGHT TO ITALY as they just push a stroller casually along?!?


This girl. 
That’s who.

Italy is quite possibly my favorite place on earth. Yes, the entire country.

THE FOOD! THE WINE! THE GELATO!

We had dreamt of going for our 10th anniversary, but, babies. So, the 11th it is!

Look at those crazy kids! They BELONG in Italia…

I am already searching through the piles in my closet to dust off my old Rosetta Stone Italian disks so that I can {terribly} pretend to speak the gorgeous language. I am obnoxious right now. I have called Dave no less than 25 times in the past hour to remind him that we are actually going back to ITALY. As my friend Chandra would say, bless his bones. He is going to have to deal with my insanity for the next 7ish months.

Eeee! So, I had to share this fun news because I CANNOT. CONTAIN. MY. EXCITEMENT.

Be warned: an onslaught of obnoxious trip planning posts are surely to come.

Happy Labor day weekend, friends! Rest, jump in the lake, laugh and sit around the table with your people. Soak it up. {Oh. And, Fall? Bring it. I’m ready}.