Coming Home

The day we leave for vacation is aways the same.  I frantically try to pack while simultaneously trying to clean the house.  The second part will inevitably drive my husband insane during the process because he does not understand why a sane woman needs a clean house NOT to come home to over the next seven days.  Here's why she does...

Because when you finish a vacation.  When you pack up your babies and your memories all mixed up with sand and salt and life.  When you let it spill out of the over-packed trunk, let your two year old put on that tutu she's SO been missing and wade knee deep into familiar waters, well, you teach her not only to appreciate adventure, but also to value home.  Sometimes the first day home is even better than that first day of vacation.