We drove fourteen hours back to Illinois for Christmas. We spent ten days without Internet access, deadlines or schedules. And while I love Internet access, deadlines and schedules, there was something blissful about leaving them behind for a few days.
My stomach didn't hurt once...unless you count the times it knotted from laughing too hard.
We have never traveled for Christmas. We make a point to be home on Christmas morning, with just our kids and our orange cinnamon rolls. I see us making new traditions and I love every one of them.
Christmas has always meant time at my mom and dad's house, but we always had to leave to get the kids in bed. This year, we put them down in the next room and I got to share the couch with my crazy sister. It felt like home.
Coming back this time was harder for me than it was the first time, I think. Because when you spend ten consecutive days with people you love, it's difficult to leave them. Even if you are so happy where you are.
I have blog posts swirling around in my head, but today I am focusing on some writing deadlines and picking up the house. But I'm back, happy and so thankful for my family. So thankful I got to spend time with them. So grateful for the closeness we share.
But also thankful to be back here, in our space with our schedules and our day to day. It's the best of both worlds.
I missed blogging. Somehow I think it clears my mind. More this week. I've got lots of fun stories to share!
Happy New Year!