good to be home

as much as we love to travel, home is and forever will be our favorite destination.  there is nothing quite as soothing as that first step through the front door as a weary traveler with a squirmy toddler crocheted to your hip.  and then there is that feeling of being greeted in every which way by all the familiar that is home.  the lavender laundry sheets that sit on the dryer just tickle our longing noses, and those mismatched shoes strewn about our hardwood floors that we forgot to stow away help us feel like we can relax a bit and breathe a little.  because shoes all over the place means we are home, you know.  as we collectively release heavy sighs like wind rushing through a tunnel, we are welcomed by each and every little puzzle piece that makes up our scared space.  cardboard baby books, knitted afghans, elmo dolls, spring green succulents, a felt pen here and there, and more shoes, of course, makes our haven comforting to us beyond compare.  jamaica was a real blast, but it's good to be back, indeed.  and now we are smack in the middle of a gigantic snow storm that has canceled school for two days straight.  there is powdery snow sitting on window sills and cars wearing snowish looking hats.  socks are most definitely permitted and movies are just begging to be watched with hot coca.  thus, jamaican photos will just have to wait.