Oh, it's so good to be home.
Going away was beyond marvelous and coming home was too.
Isn't it funny how being away makes all the tiny bits of home feel so special somehow?
All the nooks and crannies that seem so regular day after day, but so precious when you've been away from them.
Hugs are a little tighter and smiles a little wider.
Things are easier ... less heavy.
And on that note, I am off again today to Grandmary's!
FinnigantheCurious and I are going for a belated Mother's Day trip.
There will be some posting from the road, but nothing fancy, I fear.
We got rain last night! Everything freshly washed and cleaned (including the clothes I left hanging on the line. oops!) and sated.
I sold eggs for the first time yesterday! Very exciting for us.
I told the boys that after we pay for feed we can keep the rest for fun.
Sweet Finn said that we should give it to the homeless as we have enough. Sniff.
And so we will.
That is one child who really appreciates home, just like his mama.