For the first time ever I stayed the entire recovery period in the hospital. Man, but I did miss home. Did I ever miss my bed. I didn’t realize it until I crawled under the covers for a nap this afternoon. Hoo boy. Good bed.
My kids? I missed them too. I was really missing these little faces. Home? I was worried that all the clutter and bustle of home would get me down. I worried that it would smell like a zoo. Happily, none of those things turned out to be true (I’m coping with the clutter just fine).
I was missing our friends too. Home is full of smiling faces, hot dinner, fresh bread, strawberries, pickles, beautiful wildflowers you name it. I was missing the porch too. The weather is perfect. So grateful… for everything!