My husband has been home for one month. I don't have to pretend that his pillow is him anymore. I like it very, very much.
After only two weeks, my kids are bored with summer. I wasn't sure this was truly possible. It is.
The kids and I are taking a trip to Spain while my husband goes fishing in Alaska. Heat and sunshine. Sand and swimming. Sangria within walking distance of my room.
The gears are still turning. I'm not sure where they're going...no words are coming out on the page yet. But I have faith that they will take me somewhere.