Home Sweet Home

We got home last night.  I couldn't sleep on Sunday night - because my body hurt too bad.  At 4 a.m., we hit the road and drove for 6 hours to get to Boston.  And then a flight to Milwaukee, where we sat for five hours.  And then the flight to Denver.  And then the drive home.

Denver looked like heaven when we got here - as it always does to me.  The wide open spaces, the light, the air.  My house feels like a paradise.  My own humble little corner of the world.  I am so happy to be here.

We had a great trip.  There will be so many cherished memories from it.

But for now, my biggest souvenir is pain and exhaustion.  Thank God I took today off.  I am heading out to a meeting now, then I can come home and do laundry and get myself put back together at home.  And later a long nap.  And somehow today I must see my son, who is at home with his wife and daughter.  YAY!

Grateful, grateful, grateful for so many blessings...