We returned to DC yesterday after a lovely, but lengthy, time away. A smile broke out across my face as the cab sped past the familiar monuments and vistas that distinguish our city. As we walked through our front door I felt a wash of calm descend over me. Home... Sweet... Home...
My daughter immediately wriggled out of my arms and ran to her toy kitchen, gleefully exclaiming, "Tea party!" and diving in to the important work of sorting out cups, tea bags, cream, and sugar for her menagerie of customers. The cat began weaving between our ankles, simultaneously chiding us for our time away and purring a warm welcome. Without a word, my husband and I surveyed the scene and set to work tidying and settling back in.
We cleared the film of dust masking the kitchen counter (who knew so much could collect in just two and half weeks?!), ran the vacuum over the floors, and attended to the cat. My husband pried a reluctant babe away from her entertaining duties for the dinner, bath, and bed routine while I unpacked suitcases; started the laundry; and evaluated our kitchen inventory to create a grocery list for the week ahead.
After our flurry of activity, we sank into the couch and enjoyed a quiet moment in our peaceful home. We shared a toast of gratitude for the opportunity to spend time with family, reconnect with old friends, enjoy areas both new and familiar, and create memories with and for our daughter during our time away. And another to celebrate the joy of coming home to a life (and city) we love.
It is good to be home...
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