Cautiously, slowly, and in button up pj’s, I bounced to the freedoms and joys of being home this morning in the kitchen with my husband. In the middle of the song, eyes closed, my hands in Andy’s grip, the widest most overpowering smile came over my face. I am home.
Can you imagine our real homecoming? Wow.
This is one of the most difficult things that I’ve experienced. So much more to share. So thankful for the love and support.