WHEW!

We made it! 24hrs of driving with three kids and a few stops in between. My vagabond days have come to a close and I can honestly say I will miss my summer of '08. Every place I traveled I found myself not wanting to leave...Minneapolis, St. George, Salt Lake, St. George, Minneapolis, Columbus, Hershey...and now, well I'm home. I got to see so many new things, got to visit with family and friends (not rushed) and we were taken such good care of---it was safe and warm, like you were a child.
It's a different feeling of being home this time. One feeling I'm not sure how to take. Yes, I am glad to be back in my house, our own beds and familiar places to put things. I missed my friends dearly and have loved our reunions. I guess, my home still feels kind of empty when all of your family isn't home yet, i.e. my husband. It's not complete and in a way it's not something I would say I was looking forward to, returning home. Unpacking a house, yard work, errands, callings, digging up stored strength somewhere deep within your innards, is something I have had to mentally and physically gear up for, alone. I have often reflected on those service men and women who have taken years to return and be reunited with their families , so I'm trying not to dwell on it too much and I am happy it is only for a month. It will just be safe and warm when he returns.