A Melancholy Kind of Day

I have much to blog about - a 10 year Anniversary trip with my love, another year of Campmeeting - but that will all have to wait. It will take more time than what I have now.

For now, I'm listening to the last of 10 loads going through the dryer. A few items remain in small bags here and there that need to be unpacked. But other than that, there are no other signs of vacation. It's all behind us - and I think I could just cry. I look forward to June each year for so long, that when it's over it feels hard to breathe. Back to the reality that life is. It was fun having others help me care for my kids. Fun knowing that people were loving on them as well. Nice breathing thick, humid air. It was even nice slapping a million mosquitoes away. It was wonderful taking a break with my husband. Wonderful sitting under a coconut tree with a drink in one hand a book in the other. As we drove the 20 hours away from my Mimi and Papa my heart was a little sad. It's just too far away.

Post-vacation days stink and that's all there is to it!