As I’m writing I’m looking out my window at a 4-foot snow bank. The plows came through again last night and added even more snow onto the mound. I feel as though I might have to dig some kind of elaborate tunnel system just to get out the door. Quite a change from a few days ago when we were swimming in the turquoise water pictured above (pictures here taken at The Baths on Virgin Gorda, a daytrip from Tortola). But in all honesty it feels great to be home. The first night in my own bed I was practically giddy. The sheets felt extra soft, and my old-timer Tempur-Pedic pillow felt amazing! Getting home, well that was a different story. My husband had to stay in the islands for another week, so the boys and I were on our own. Three flights, two delays, a computer left at airport security, two lost bags and 14 hours later, we dragged our sorry bones into our house and collapsed. Never again will I take on a trip of that magnitude by myself. Lesson learned. And it wasn’t that the boys were difficult- they were actually incredible- it was just the sheer physicality of it. At one point I had three bags slung over my shoulders, and a sleeping boy in each arm. I totaled up the approximate weight and realized I was carrying about 100+ pounds through the airport- running no less- to catch a flight. But we made it, we’re home. I’ve been cooking and cleaning, knitting and sewing. Basically, I’m nesting…that’s how happy I am to be home. I talked about struggling to feel at home in Providence earlier this year so I can’t tell you how amazing it was to arrive home and feel overwhelming gratitude for our bright, cheerful house, our supportive preschool community, our incredible friends (who made sure I came home to a homemade dinner), and our wonderful, snow-covered town. I’ll be back here next week with a few exciting posts- including my recently finished epic sweater project! Until then, enjoy your weekend, whether it brings you sunshine or snow.