It’s Good To Be Home

There’s something to be said for being at home. Comfortable. Familiar. Safe.

And the feeling of crying in my husband’s arms is, although not the best feeling in the world, still better than crying by myself in the middle of the night because he’s not around. I feel much better.

However, there’s also something to be said for being away. I didn’t have to worry about anything. I didn’t have to deal with anything other than getting myself out of bed, cleaned up and ready to start the day with my brother and his awesome family. We didn’t do much, but it felt good to do little to nothing for awhile and forget about my life here.

There’s also something else to be said for being at home. Dishes. Laundry. Pets. Cooking. Cleaning. Work. Painting. Organizing. Chaos.

It’s good to be home!

Happy Hump Day peeps. I wish you all enough…

2 thoughts on “It’s Good To Be Home

  1. hun you don’t know me but you know my husband, Take everyday as it comes and when you need that crying time alone take it… i did that alot after we lost our Emmarie, I just needed to cry I didn’t need someone telling me it would get better or fakely pretend they actually get it.

    I have been there and it is going to take awhile before your beautiful angel will take her place on your mantle I know that sounds wierd but honestly knowing were Emmarie’s ashes were was a comfort to me. I could take 5 minutes and just talk to her……

    Please remember you are not alone in any of this even if you feel that way. You have many people around to help.

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