Last week was a quiet week. Ben spent the week working in Chicago. He, in all his brilliance, booked his flights to and from the teeny, tiny Asheville airport where, I am convinced, the same fella who passes you through security, checks you in for your flight, loads your luggage onto the plane, and finally flags your plane down the runway. It's that small. Flying out of Asheville allowed him to drive Eli and me to my parents house for the entire week. Lovely. Home is always so very lovely. There was a great deal of walking and talking and bakery visiting. Without my usual assortment of chores and projects and play dates and activities, we found ourselves with a bit of found time. Eli and I took long morning naps together (to make up for the lack of night time shut eye) and took ourselves out for lattes and muffins. Mmm. It was a quiet, slow respite.
Latte with a side of crab
We're home now. We've returned with a bang. Eli continues to eschew sleeping at night. At all. We are tired parents. Ben brought home a bad cold that he is threatening to share. Our house is stuck in that everything-is-out-of-place-and-dirty-or-both stage. And lo, what a week we have ahead of us. Play dates and Bible studies and busy season. Oh my!
In some ways this week feels like our first post-holiday week. I'm thankful for the handful of days spent in my parents' cozy home, in front of the fire, readying myself to jump back into this life.
This beautiful, glorious life. Here we go!
so glad you're back and that you got some rest!!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be home! Looking forward to seeing you, neighbor!
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