This morning we left the magical mountains of New Hampshire, filled to the brim with the sweet love of family (and lots of baked goods!), and made the 7 hour trek home. My children and I have become champion travelers together. Forget squabbling. None- just fabulous conversations, quiet reading and fun music sharing. How did I get so lucky? Well, it might not be all luck. I'm working so hard at this solo parenting gig. It's often a struggle and takes tons of energy, but then we have two long car trips that show me just how well we all are doing together, and I'm energized and proud of our happy threesome.
This afternoon we drove through torrential downpours and hailstorms only to arrive home to sunny skies, happy cats, thrilled chickens and a garden that was finally ready to offer up dinner. I'm tired, but content. I'm home.
What is it that makes coming home feel so GOOD? What is your favorite part of returning to your nest?