I just returned from the most refreshing three days I’ve had in a long time.
Judah and I went to Sydney where I met up with friends–most of whom I haven’t seen in five years–and visited family.
We ate Thai. We picnicked in the park. We got absorbed in the city. We talked about deep and meaningful issues. We walked miles and miles and miles, pushing strollers all the way.
I had pockets of “alone” time – small ones – but enough to remember how much I love breathing city air and merging into the bustle. (Alone time, meaning just Judah and I.)
There were special moments between my son and I that are hard to articulate, but I’m so grateful for. We’re closer because of it.
It’s hard to explain why this weekend was so perfect, but it just was.
And as I collapsed into bed last night – exhausted and sore – I had a smile on my face knowing that I’d wake up and go home again.
Home to my family, home to my loves, home to my heart.
Going away is amazing. But coming home is even better.
(I missed this guy.)
I’m so grateful for this weekend away. My heart is truly full.
Q for you: Have you been away lately? Do you love coming home as much as I do?
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