Three weeks at my parents' house was fantastic, but now I'm back. My parents, my three children, and I rolled back to Texas in my minivan late Saturday night, and fine, I'll admit it, it feels good to be back.
(Especially with my parents along.)
It's nice to be in my own space, with my husband, but I'd still give anything to have it be back in Indiana rather than here. Plain and simply, I just love it more. I fit better there than I do here.
(Even Money magazine just named my home town the #1 best place to live, check it out here. )
My kids loved it, maybe even more than I did.
|Fighting brothers embraced one another.|
|I got to spend lots of time with my best friend.|
|Ruffled outfits with large bows came out of nowhere.|
|Cute cousins giggled in prairie land.|
|A mirrored room was weird, and maybe fun?|
|Farm animals? Joy.|
|Melt-your-heart moments happened like this.|
|We went out to dinner with adults only! (That's my big brother and his beautiful wife!)|
It was a good three weeks.
Coming home means getting ready for school to start next week for Aiden, celebrations for Cole's birthday, and a whole lot of getting back in the swing of things.
I'm hoping that the swing of things will include writing more often, even it's just to share fun stuff like the fact that my Amity and her cool home design style were featured on the awesome Design Mom Blog.
You can check out Amity's awesomeness here.
It's good to be home.