I went to sleep last night knowing that there were two days of travel. Knowing that it would be hard and stressful and confusing and unnerving and all the things that travel is … but also knowing that I would survive it and when all was said and done, we would be home and reunited with our little boy.

I realized – upon revisiting the blog last night – that I stopped posting a few weeks before we drove to Honeybrook and adopted an eight week old puppy whom we promptly named Eli.

He turned five months old the day we flew to France and has been spending every day chewing my Dad’s shoelaces, going on walks with Bob (Erin’s husband – Erin of Zavino and Tredici days who began her own pet business last year) and curling up to sleep with my Aunt on the couch, all while enchanting everyone to fall promptly in love with him.

After today – fighting to get on the shuttle to Geneva and enjoying the most expensive burger I’ve ever eaten at the Geneva Hilton Hotel – and tomorrow when we fly home via Madrid and a four hour layover, we will be reunited with our tiny terrorist (and massive love bug) Eli Emerson.

The shuttle ride was a little over an hour and all I thought about was that it doesn’t do much good to look backwards. Time and life march forward and nothing and no one has ever been able to change that. The seconds tick into minutes tick into hours and then days ….. Life goes by bit by bit. And all we can do is appreciate the time we have, make the most of the seconds and minutes and hours and days.

Before we know it, we’ll have a brand new house in Bellefonte and Eli will be a year old and life will keep slipping by. The good times won’t last forever, but that bad times won’t last forever either. It all goes by, bit by bit. And all we can do is try to soak it up and enjoy it as much as we can.

That’s what I tell myself when the going is tough or rough or just overwhelming. This too shall pass.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

Xox, g