40 Hours

Finally, I've come to a stop. Friday morning (was that only yesterday?) I got going around 8:30 am. I did stop for about 6 hours of sleep somewhere in the middle, but mostly it feels like I've been moving nearly every other minute between that moment and this

I will not complain, because just about every waking hour was something that blessed my life or will be a sweet memory for a long time to come.

So it's all good. And I'll catch up writing about it. Not 40 posts, I promise. But probably 2 or 3.

Now, I'm even going to let my fingers be still and go. to. sleep.

Here are a few peeks at what I was doing.