it was weird to pull into the driveway after our trip and see how much has grown in the yard since we’ve been gone.
and for some reason, from this trip, i was not really ready to come home. i wanted more. we did a lot but i wasn’t ready to stop doing stuff, and seeing friends, and walking around big cities and eating and drinking and seeing the foundation that our country was made on.
don’t get me wrong, i was ready to come home and see my dogs and get back into the swing of things at work and see my friends here, but i guess maybe i’m not ready to stop seeing and doing.
but our yard has flourished while we’ve been away. my trees seem to be standing a little bit taller. and the grass is a little bit greener.
but i think the dogs missed me because butterbean is forever a ninja always sneaking up by my side and oscar can’t seem to get enough cuddle time.
and if that’s not worth coming home to, i don’t know what is.