It was our first day home as a family after two weeks away.
It was the day we went to the doctor and learned that our 18 month old has clean lungs. After a 5 week battle, she is Pneumonia free!
It was the day our beloved dog, Tigger, escaped, ran away, and was miraculously recovered 3 hours later, without a collar and tag, by my husband, who merely happened to drive by and see a saint of a woman already posting lost and found pictures.
Most importantly, it is the day I have found renewed strength, love and energy for raising my whiny, yet sweet and adorable, treasure of a child. My husband surprised me last week with a weekend getaway all by myself while he babysat. It was my first overnight away from my baby and, at nearly 18 months since her birth, it was much needed. I have come home eager to spend as many hours and days as possible with her.
And last, but not least, it is the day my small herb and vegetable garden revived after near death. These poor infant tomato and basil plants wilted badly during my two weeks away. Apparently I didn't leave them enough water in the basin. Thankfully, a little water and love has worked a miracle.
It is life expanding and necessary to travel, but there is no place like home. Tonight I am thankful for my home, my life as a homemaker, and all the recoveries of the day which made my home buzz and come to life again.
