Home At Last

There really is no place like home. I remember what a rush my Daddy always was in to get home. Now I understand why. Home has your bed, your tea kettle, your bathroom and it's very peacefully quiet.
I stopped at Woody's on the way home. I went through that place like a starving dog in a slaughterhouse. Cheese bread, iced cinnamon raisin bread, a big piece of red velvet fudge,crunchy cheetos, and a grande mocha frappacino to wash it down.
I do miss the kids. Sloan is very funny when she's not whining about something. She can cut with scissors and catch a ball. Pretty good fine motor skills for a three year old. And Ty is just a big doll. His big old sweet smile is going to have the girls in love from the word go.
My vacation is running out fast and I'm definitely not ready for it to end.