After a nearly perfect time in Arizona and a splendidly refreshing stop in Provo, we're back in Rexburg and as much as I dreaded coming back to this ice-infested weather, there's something beautiful about laying in our bed. Under our covers. Listening to our squeaky fan.
That's something I never thought I would consider this place. But last night as I snuggled my husband I realized that's what it is.
It's home because we're together doing what we're supposed to be doing. It's our last 4 months of Playland and then we must take the plunge into the land of Reality.
I'm excited and apprehensive and as I type I'm getting teary.
I hope I continue to progress, but honestly, I hope I never really grow up…and right now, I am happy.
Frozen toes and all.