We're home, and I can't tell you how happy I am.
I missed my hubby who's been out of town nearly nonstop, who I begged to come home early 'cause I needed his help, and he obliged by changing his flight.
I missed these little guys so much.
I even missed the messes and the bizarre can stacking.
Um, Jeff? No offense but what is our son wearing?
Are his shorts (shorts? really?) on backwards?
Anyways, back to missing my kids. Love them. Missed them. I'm starting to sound like I was gone 2 weeks instead of 2 days.
I realized that I really love my bed. And Mckenna's bed. But that's not important.
I realized this week that not only am I grateful for my kids, I'm grateful for their health. The truly sick kids at the hospital have honestly broken my heart. Their moms and what they're going through, too.
Now if you'll excuse me- I'm gonna go annoy the crap out of my kids by kissing them too much. And enjoying us all at home. And healthy.