Home Again Home Again

It's a painfully long flight. I had miscalculated in route and imagined only 2 more hours when there was 5. Three movies and 2 TV shows later (thank you Luftansa) it still wasn't over. With an hour left on the flight, I told Brett he could celebrate a great accomplishment. Then DS8 got sick. God grants small miracles with a little humble pie.

Everyone should be welcomed home as we were, 3 grateful relatives, only one of whom was driving us home. The other 2 were there just for love. It likely took them 3-4 hours from their day for 15 minutes of welcoming words and hugs- in English! Yes, we are blessed.

Our dog could not contain himself. He jumped, howled and whined. He didn't stop all night. Worse than his puppy days, we actually put him in the garage for 2 hours of silent sleep.

Unexpected, was the grateful comments from our kids about their belongings:

DS11 "It's like we got a new set of clothes."
DS8, on bike "How good does it get?"
DD6, "Look, I forgot we have a swing!"

We used our dryer with new appreciation, pulled ingredients from the pantry and called our friends. Brett even went to the store without his passport.

We still have Valentines to open, somehow Grandpa saved everything in the fridge and sadly one guinea girl passed this a.m, just before we picked her up from the sitter's.

This evening, trying to fight jet lag, I went out to prune the grape vines. It's nice to have a little Italy at home.