There's nothing to make you love the pants off your house more than being away for a month.
Oh man, we're all so thankful to be home. You'd think we were walking into Disneyland with how excited everyone was to get here. Even Lucy was proud as a peacock with her tummy pushed out ahead of her as she strutted around checking everything out with a huge smile stretched across her face.
This morning Dave pulled away from my parent's house with the car loaded up with six kids and all our "stuff." (Two extra cousins came home with us.) Lucy and I hung out with my family for the rest of the day, hopped on a plane in the evening, and Dave and the kids timed it perfectly to pick us up at the airport on the last part of their LONG drive home. This is after he just got home from a week in China yesterday afternoon, jet-lagged and all. Yes, he is superman. We were all pretty worried about him, but he insisted that was the way to do it. (I didn't complain too much.)
We stopped by the kid's school on our way home to check out the new teachers and class lists for the kids. (They start school on Wednesday...way too early as far as I'm concerned.) They all got who they wanted and everyone's so excited to see all their friends and get going back in life tomorrow they could hardly go to sleep.
I don't know that I'm ready to get back into real life, but I do know that I LOVE being home.
That doesn't mean I'm not already counting down the days 'til next summer....