I took this picture and thought, this is my favorite picture. It symbolizes so much greatness. A small child buckled and ready for the friendly skies. Exposure to new things. Knowing the world. Expansion. Growth. I hope this is always our life. And then 30 minutes later, I took this picture.

And that was truly my favorite picture. Because it meant rest. This baby was in need of so much rest it was unreal. Because falling asleep at 3 am after being on a plane for 7 hours only to wake up at your regularly scheduled wake up time of 6:30 does not equal rest. It equals big smiles followed by angry gritted teeth.