Beginnings

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Two days and counting until we head out to the UK.

Nic and I are tying up loose ends and frantically doing laundry. Nic has been in the field a lot lately and has had a lot of catching up to do both at work and in the laundry room. 

This fortune cookie came to me today as Bella and I had lunch post-hair update. It felt like a fitting beginning for my blog and our adventure. 

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