Finally, home sweet home! Tossa was absolutely breathtaking, but let’s be real—nothing beats the cozy warmth of our own space after days away. Last night, before boarding our flight, I had one last mission: snagging a new collection of dinosaur stuffed animals for Ayes. I missed him so much—like, I couldn’t stop imagining his warm little hugs, and honestly, it made my chest ache. Part of me wanted to teleport home immediately halfway through the trip. But then Mirey, our eldest, saved the day with a video call, letting us know that Ayes was having a blast with her. That definitely helped me chill out a bit. But of course, that didn't stop me from overcompensating with a ridiculous amount of dinosaur plushies. Meanwhile, my husband, who has undoubtedly earned a gold medal in patience, passed out about 60 seconds after the plane took off. I can’t really blame him, though. “Babysitting” me through all my good and chaotic surprises is basically a full-time job. Poor guy must've been exhausted and he deserves the rest. I watched him sleep (in a non-creepy way) I spent the flight plotting all the ways I could make him laugh (or roll his eyes) when he woke up. As soon as we landed, we didn’t waste a second—straight to the car and on the road home! Well... almost. We had to make a detour for ice cream because, let’s face it, if we showed up empty-handed, without a sweet treat in hand, our eldest and littlest would definitely stage a protest. Ayes' pouty face alone is enough to derail any adult plans. The moment we walked in the door, it was like we’d never left—giggles, hugs, and the sound of Ayes gleefully yelling, “DADDY” and “MOMMY”, followed by the happiest little scream when he saw his new dinosaur stash. Of course, Mirey looked relieved to hand him over and also proud of herself for holding down the fort while we were gone. Tossa was magical, but this moment right here? This is pure happiness; the best ending to any adventure. 🦖🍨🤍