Be it ever so humble...

...there's no place like home. Especially when you see something like this when you get there:

And then you notice that someone has stocked the fridge. And washed dishes. And done laundry. And cleaned the garage. And mowed the lawns. And as you realize that there must be more than one "someone" involved in this, you begin to feel humbled by these acts of service, acts of support, acts of love. And you feel very thankful. Very thankful indeed.

Enough of the third person - time to take ownership of this. We are humbled and thankful, not only for these acts, but for all the love, support, encouragement, gifts, hugs, tears, and prayers that you have shared with us. I don't know how we can ever properly thank all of you, but this is a start.

Now that we're all at home together, we're beginning to "decompress", emotionally speaking - there's been grief, sorrow, anxiousness, anger, and many other emotions that we've been holding back over the past two weeks. It's been a bit rough, but it's been good to start working through these feelings, to start healing. We're probably going to stay inside and not entertain too many visitors for the next couple days - we'll probably go to church on Sunday, but other than that I think we'll be sticking pretty close to home. Call it a "family retreat" or something like that - it'll be good for us.

It's good to be home.