Miss you. And you and you and you and you.

Yep, after four days away, I missed the family. But only when the plane touched down in Austin and I knew I was a mere 30 minutes from their fierce hugs and sloppy kisses.

What I'm missing now, hours after I tucked in each monkey, are all the incredibly talented and hilarious women I met this weekend at BlogHer11. I cannot remember the last time I was this energized and inspired! What a high!

I'm hitting the road again for one last family-size hurrah before school starts. We are escaping the heat and hoping the mountain air will bring us lots of these moments, or maybe some of these, but (if the Saint of Peaceful Vacations is doing her job) very few of these.

Have a great week!