Today should have been an awful day. We were back at the airport for a flight to Boston even though our final destination was Portland. We stood in the rental car line for an hour at Logan. We paid out the nose for our one-way hour-and-a-half drive. We finally arrived in Maine—but our luggage did not. I have no undies. Or Christmas presents. Or anything.

So why was this a non-awful day? Why was this a downright celebratory day?

I’m an auntie!!!

Tracy had her baby! A boy! A Lucas! Three weeks early but mama and son are doing awesome.

I am so excited that I get to meet the new little guy on this trip. Must. Shop. Now. Weeeeee!