We’ve been gone for a few days doing a living history event in Beaver Bay, MN. Getting home was wonderful. Being home today reminds me of all our blessings. I have the laundry going and the luggage sitting here is getting limp while we work at putting things away. We have all day to regroup, drink coffee, sort, and enjoy the quiet.
Home is where if the dishes don’t get all done till later, nobody cares. I can take all day to put things away and dig out the Cricut and do scrapbooking between wash loads and spelling tests.
Doing a living history event where a thousand people come through to see, keeps the cooks for volunteers very busy. The hub-bub is incredible. So today the quiet and peace of our home seems extra special.