Only a handful of us left and we were able to get a table for breakfast just downstairs from our loft. It was one last chance to have some food (and more drinks) to recount all the shenanigans from the night before. Mommy’s airport position pretty much sums up the current feeling after a weekend of madness. It was the best 40th celebration imaginable, with all of our closest friends and no responsibilities. Mommy for the win...again:)
