home

We made it home yesterday after spending Thanksgiving weekend with our family in Cleveland. We had a lovely time. (but nothing beats waking up in your own bed!) Whenever we come home from traveling Phoebe is so excited to be in her own crib, she loves that bed, it is her night time comfort (along with the paci). As much as the Mister and I love to share a room with her (and sometimes a bed when we are traveling) we are all happy to have our own room when we come home.

We came home to a messy house that was cold (heater was off) and no warm water (water heater was off), but it just felt right to be home. Watching your child run circles around the living room, playing frantically with every toy she can find, and jumping in her crib with excitement when it is time for bed, is a huge reminder of how great it is to be home.

Time away is great, and time with family is such a gift especially around the Holidays. When we are with our family we are reminded of the history that our traditions are built on and the love that has been passed down through generations. We get to see pictures of relatives we never met and stories of childhoods that we weren't a part of; those people and those stories shape our lives in ways I can't fully understand.

And now we are home and we get to start the Advent season as a family of three; refining family traditions and starting traditions of our own.