We're back. It was fun and awesome and filling and luminous and joyful and loud and fattening and everywhere I looked was a person I hadn't seen in years and for whom my heart ached to spend the whole time just catching up. It was a perpetual interruption of joy by more joy. It's hard to explain other than to say I loved every minute. That being said, my family did miss the comforts of their home. I submit my 18 month old daughter's response.
When we got home, it was 9 in the evening. Time for bath and bed. This was my final heroic gesture to the toddlers, as I had no gas left in my tank after three days of driving after 5 days of really partying preceded by three days of driving.
I put her in her crib. She slumped into the sleeping position immediately. An hour later when I was crawling into bed, she woke up. She ran around the crib four or five times. "MOM!" she shouted.
Her dad and I looked over. "WOW! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!" She ran around the crib again, every once in a while saying the "WOW! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!"
"I think she's glad to be home." I quipped. She nodded her head.
I have a 1000 stories from the trip...but they'll have to wait. I have 11 days of mail to catch up.
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