My shortest trip to date - 4 nights trying to pack every ounce of quality time with nearly every person I could reconnect with.
But this trip was clearly not about me. Nope, my bouncing 9-month old stole the show and I was glad to oblige. She was perfectly content with beads of sweat falling over her tiny face. We never made it to the actual beach in Guam. She was a total hot mess when we tried Hawaii's shores (pictured).