Being home. You never know how much you miss your own home, until you've been gone for awhile. Being gone these last 2 weeks driving to to South Dakota and back was a wonderful tribute to my father. It was nice staying with family and spending time with them... or staying in a hotel can be fun... but coming back to the place where you rest your head each night... the place where you call home... is such a blessing.
Rainee loved being home, because it meant she could run around... play with ALL her toys... play the computer...and was able to ride her new bike. She was overwhelmed with excitement to be back. Steve... he was happy to be home for multiple reasons... to finally get out of the car... and not have to drive for a few days before he went back to work... being able to ride his Harley... sleeping in and sleeping in his own bed... and most of all... having a home cooked meal at home. And me... well I'm glad to be home... so I can cook... sleep in my own bed... have Internet access whenever I want it... enjoy my early morning cup of coffee... having my 'Quiet-Time' once again... and once again be able to scrap... oh the joys of being home again...
When you're away and on the road, it's a great experience... and I loved our time together as a family... seeing all the beauty this country has to offer together, is a memory none of us will forget. But driving up to our house... our home... was a moment of bliss. We all felt a sigh of relief inside, because we were home. This is the place we can be ourselves... loud... happy... sad... silly... grumpy if we want to be... and where we find peace. I'm grateful we were able to take the road trip to South Dakota... but coming home, to our house, reminds me there truly is... no place like home.
p.s.... I'll be scrapping the next few days, so I'll have some things to share... I hope you have a lovely lovely day!