We got home late tonight after a weekend away, piling out of the car and not even unpacking with the intention of heading straight to bed .

I am so grateful to have spent the weekend with family and friends, but as we pulled into the driveway, my heart breathed a sigh of content knowing I was home. I knew a mess awaited me inside, that the next couple of days will be spent doing housework and washing and unpacking and everything that comes with the aftermath of travelling but right now, I don’t care.

I’m home, and my heart is full.