Home

Well, we made it. We had to make to unexpected stops--so lovely to travel with the stomach flu, I think we WON'T invite it on our next trip--but we did it. And when we pulled into the driveway, Ezra said, "We're HOME!"

The babies slept all night last night without waking up, without throwing up, without blowing out their diapers. We've already spent two hours out in the front yard and the park. And Ezra has informed me three times this morning, "This is home, Mom." Yes, sweetheart, I know.

On the flip side, Ezra did wake up this morning calling for "DAY-ell" and wanting to find "Gramma's house". When the phone rang earlier (it was the second counselor in the RS presidency), Ezra handed me the phone and said, "It's DAY-ell, it's DAY-ell, Mom."

And it was hard to leave Daddy and Mommy.

But we are glad to be home. Even if it is just for a little while.