Thursday, August 30, 2007


So sweet. Ahhhhh. My husband is home. A blissful feeling after two weeks apart. I was gone, he left before I returned and was gone for a week and a half. Then he got stuck in Atlanta en route from Seoul.

A great day of him being home, on a Thursday (!). To lunch together. Him getting some much needed self time and me getting a breather (to the store by myself!), too. Watching Henry master the art of walking. Seeing Abby kick our respective butts in games of Disney Princess Concentration and Go Fish.

He’s here, he’s home, he's jet lagged and he’s crashed in our bed.

Our kids are exhausted and asleep in their respectful rooms, snoozing away their colds.

The only light in the house is the light of this computer screen on which I type, allowing me an outlet, the solace of reflection and joy in the completeness of this picture.

I am totally calm. I am relaxed. And extremely sleepy myself. I think I’ll treat myself to a nice bowl of Breyer’s vanilla ice cream (with bean specks of course) and Hershey’s chocolate syrup drizzled on top. To celebrate all of the pieces of my puzzle being snugly in their place. To celebrate the ability of the pieces to jet around the town, country and world, solo, together and in different combinations and to do so gracefully, adventurously and with spirit. And to celebrate, once again, the desire, draw and peace of a very, very warm homecoming.