We had a lovely weekend of celebrations.
Many clichés came to mind during our various activities.
Life is short. We journeyed north to take part in celebrating the life of a wonderful man. We toasted to him, shared a few stories and a tear or three, and enjoyed the company of friends and family.
The best things in life are free. We arrived home late Saturday night to a full house. Our daughter and her boyfriend and our other daughter’s two children had arrived to spend the night. We shuffled sleeping children from bed to crib and chair and pulled out the inflatable before falling into our own bed.
There’s no place like home. Our son-in-law arrived home on Thursday after a two month sea duty aboard an aircraft carrier. Our daughter planned a welcome home party for him Sunday. Cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents and friends gathered at our home to hug him, listen to his stories and let him know he’d been missed.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness. It would have been lovely to be able to sleep in Monday morning and take our time with re-entry to the “real” world, but alas, I’d scheduled a carpet cleaner to arrive at 9 A.M. So, we rolled out of bed, sucked down some coffee and started hauling furniture.
But after all, Home is Where the Heart Is.