Were we really there?

We just got home last night from our fabulous visit in Great Britain. It was an emotional return. Not really a vacation, as we felt like we were running the whole time, but a special reunion with people and places that are dear to us. There is a piece of my heart that lives in England - I think partly because of many progenitors who left at great sacrifice - and part because of the experiences I've had there myself. It was nice to return and find that piece of me again, to get reacquainted, and and to carve my love for that place even deeper in the part of my heart that stays with me.

More to come. Today is laundry, clean-up, catch-up-with-the-kids day.