Going Home...

I am going home. I am so excited!

I have never really wanted to go home like this before. Maybe it is because when I had William I felt the huge absence of my family. I felt so lonely and so sad they weren't there to greet our new baby and welcome him into our family. Maybe because my baby sister is having a baby and her baby will not really know me as her Auntie. Maybe because my children are growing up without really really knowing their grandparents and aunts. Maybe because I miss the reassurance of having family near.

I am also ready to watch the trees explode in color. For the leaves to fall and to blow them into big piles for the kids to jump in and scatter them. I am ready for apple picking and hay rides. I'm ready for the peace of a beautiful snow storm and sledding down a hill. I am ready for snowmen on the front lawn and a cup of warm hot chocolate with marshmallows stuck to my upper lip. I am ready to watch spring emerge from winter and all the buds pop from the ground. I am ready to sit around the table with my family and have the noise and chaos of everyone talking and laughing - and yes even the bickering. I am ready for Sunday dinners with my parents and sisters. I am ready for family picnics and trips to Mystic. I am ready to watch the boys play with cousins and be loved on by their Aunties. I am ready to show the boys all I love about New England. I am ready to go home!
Now to convince Alex to move back to New England...