|A sleep deprived Lucas napped on the couch with me for an hour like this.|
But while it was lovely, there's really nothing better than coming home after a long trip. Exhausted babies falling asleep all over the place. Baskets of fresh laundry coming out of the dryer. Cooking in your own kitchen. Sleeping in your own bed.
There's nothing like that sense of relief when you lumber through the door with suitcases and kids and snacks and toys, which you heave to the floor with abandon. Nothing like sitting on the couch, bedtimes be damned, and letting everyone unwind.
(Nothing like that cold beer you left waiting in the fridge for just this occasion)
There's nothing better than settling snugly into that familiar place you call home. Returning to where you belong with the people you love. It's the feeling that lets you know you have a good life. A blessed life.
There's just no place like home.