We’ve been married for FOUR years. So we returned to the scene of the crime.
Maine was beautiful and kind to us. And I got to give this one a bunch of hugs. But I miss her already.
And we got to hug Casey’s parents and spend time just being.
And then we came home. And it hits me all over again, that home is not a place or a destination. Because when we were in Maine, we were home. And when we came back to NC, we were home. And home is when you are with the people you love.
And then I turned 31.
Or 21, since they were out of “3″ in the grocery store.
And I’ve applied to be a “Big Buddy” which I’m excited about.
We haven’t heard anything about our foster care license, still biding our time, and getting more excited by the moment.
The days string together to make weeks, months, seasons, years.
Like Christmas lights.
Which we get to put up soon!
What have you been up to?