Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Home Sweet Home

I've been away a lot this summer and I always feel so happy when I am at home. Coming home is just like, well, coming home. I have never felt so comfortable somewhere as I do at home. I love to travel and be away, but coming home is always like being engulfed in the sweetest hug.

I took a shower last night and appreciated all my things being in the shower with me. Having all my favorite products, knowing that everything I needed was right there in front of me. Getting out of the shower I dried my face on my towel and inhaled the smell of my clean towel. What a wonderful smell, clean linens in my own bathroom in my own home. I then moisturized my legs with my favorite lotion beside the bed, I had to rub a bunch of medicated creams into my bruised muscles, I got a bit beat up at my soccer game, and did the heat cream on my feet. But knowing that all my stuff was right there at my fingertips, what a great feeling. Crawling into bed with clean sheets and my sweet warm husband beside me. I almost cried I was so happy to be home.

There is nothing like being away to make you appreciate what you have at home. (Especially my husband)

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