Home Again

My baby is home again.

With a lot of dirty laundry.

I keep following him around the house. I just want to look at him. It's like when you finally give birth you are amazed at how much you can look at something so intently.

He doesn't seem to mind.

I missed him so much.

No long, weepy blog today. I'm going to cook him his ribs and corn bread welcome home dinner.

And stare a lot.

My baby is home.