There’s nothing like being gone to make you miss home. I regret titling yesterday’s post “home”. I wrote about the place I grew up and was back visiting for the weekend. But it’s not home. Not anymore and not for years actually.

I don’t ache for it or miss it when I’m gone.

Should’ve titled it “my former home”.

Now, as I sit and write this, I am truly home. Back in my house with my couch and my TV and my kitchen table and my food and my people. Feels so good.

I missed out on my typical Mother’s Day, which I usually savour, but that’s okay. There’s always next year, god willing.

I’m happy I got to spend time with my Mom this weekend. She’s so perfect.

I enjoyed reading all of the Mother’s Day posts today. They’re so sweet. Moms really are incredible.

I had (and still have) one of the best.

I wouldn’t consider myself one of the best but I’m just thrilled to be a Mom. It was all I ever wanted. Get married and have kids.

I screwed up on the married part but not the kid part. Four beautiful souls.

Blessed.