It is Sunday evening
and I am happily writing this from home.
We got home late last night.
We woke with a call that said the grands were up.
We threw on clothes
and headed up to hug and kiss.
Aubrie and Everett
had a standing date
for the Muppets in the afternoon
so I had to get them loved up in the a.m..
After church the rest of the gang
came to visit.
I sit here in a sweatshirt that
smells like baby puke.
I am happy.
Eat your heart out Chanel.
304. Christmas movies on the DVR
305. my bed and pillow
306. supper at home