Home

Being gone for a week was nice but so was coming home. I love being at home, wherever it is. Even when it was a tiny one bedroom apartment in a pretty rough neighborhood. (Go outside by myself at night? No way. Called the cops while living there? More than once.) Even when there were 5 of us sharing about 900sf. I just love being home. It is so rewarding to see that my kids have the same feeling too. They had a blast on our trip and loved being with cousins but there is something special about coming home and I could see it in their eyes. They were just so happy to be back. Even Ada sighed and then smiled when I laid her down in her crib. The kids keep running up to me and giving me the biggest hugs. Monday Jacob told me he was "so happy" and I could tell it was just bubbling up inside him. It's good to be home.