Thinking back (being in boarding school for a number of years), my childhood was filled with countless joyous homecomings. I remember my favourite meals waiting on the stove; my favourite snacks decorating my pillow; flowers in my room; a whole pre-arranged schedule of fun things to do with Mom; laughter; hugs and silly dancing. There might even have been the occasional welcome home hand stands - precious times indeed.
Now I'm all grown-up and Mom has since passed away, but I'm so thankful that this ritual has remained a part of my life. This weekend, after almost 500 km worth of bad roads and rude drivers, I came home to this welcoming site:
Three of my favourite favourites! |
Hubby, Kauai and dark chocolate - could anything be more perfect?! I think my smile went right around my face :) !
The other members of the welcoming committee were a bit harder to photograph... Half of them, at least.
Max. Zipp was too busy being Zipp to actually pause and pose for a photo. |
Our weekend was peaceful and lovely - we slept, ate, laughed and then did it all over again. I am so blessed!
Sunday lunch. |
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