The ultimate example was when we came home from the NICU. It's hard to explain my love for this place, our four walls, but I remember being totally fine, 100% a-OK, with our new lives in isolation. There was no place I'd rather be with my miracle boy and I had no desire to go anywhere else. Spending months and months away from our safe space, longing for the day when we could make our journey home, produced what is akin to bliss when we finally arrived. This didn't take away any of the struggle of bringing an oxygen and feeding tube dependent bubble baby home. But it was OUR space. Where we could be together. It was and has been to this day, such a sweet, sweet place for us.
I still have the travel and adventure bug, but truthfully, I am content being at home mostly. And so I feel today, after having a wonderful vacation, this same sweetness. I will get back to blogging about Jack's birthday adventures tomorrow. We had a wonderful time. Life-changing really. But today, I will cherish our space. Our home.