Tonight both of my children will be home. Together. For the first time in 3 months. They haven't seen each other since the day we took him to college: August 15. I am SO excited.
And of course (being human), I have unrealistic expectations for this magical reunion of ours. My head is filled with Martha Stewart/Norman Rockwell visions that just won't happen. But that's OK. I can admit that to you.
Elizabeth came home Saturday night and we have had some quality girl time. Haircuts, shopping, pedicures, lunch, Twilight. She has a whole week off, and is just relaxing. It is so peaceful when she is here. Tonight Christopher will blow in like a tornado, for 3 action packed days. He and his friends will stampede through the house, raid the refrigerator, and head back out again...each of them will swoop me in their arms with a big hug and a "thanks" and leave me dizzy in the kitchen.
This is my reality. Not always neat and tidy. Sometimes loud and messy. I wouldn't have it any other way. Tonight both of my babies will be home again, and I am filled with joy. One more thing to be thankful for this week.