Returning to my life after the fun of spending time with my “kids” always affirms the balance we maintain between the two. I love coming home to my dear man. I mean, what could be more fun than standing at the airport arrival level, watching for a “purple” van, and seeing this?
The first day of fall was still warm enough to enjoy a windy drive home. And a topless jeep didn’t stop its driver from bringing his traditional welcome-home floral offering to his wife, demonstrating his happiness at her return.
(Have I mentioned…?) Life is good.