I am so glad to be home. I was gone from my family for 10 days. I'm so glad to be back in my own house with my own children. I love being here in my own kitchen, listening to the new U2 Album, eating Wednesday Night Chocolate in my jammies and enjoying a snickerdoodle or two leftover from youth activities. I'm glad it was me that took Evan to get his retainer and that I was here to laugh with him about his new, temporary lisp. I'm grateful that I could touch my daughter's head to see if her fever is broken and talk with her about whether she's feeling well enough to go back to school. I'm happy that I was here when that other kid, you know-the alleged one, got home and needed emergency cookies for the activity he was in charge of. It felt good to be able to whip up a batch and have every one pitch in and help out. My trip was awesome, don't get me wrong, and that post is coming as soon as I get unpacked and get the photos uploaded, but right now I'm going to snuggle in and enjoy that singular sensation that reminds me that I have a ridiculously good life right here, right now.
It's true, friends, there really is no place like home.
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I can just hear your sigh of contentment. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's true. And I'm sort of homeless at the moment. I should recreate your moment just to spite the busyness of my life right now.
ReplyDeletewelcome back, kellie.
ReplyDeleteI am sure your family was very happy to have you home again. I was great to see you tonight. I can't wait to hear all about your trip.
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