Day 43: Home sweet home

A few years ago returning home from a trip was dreadful. Coming home meant back to school and work and chores.

Now it’s a much different story. You know what they say… home is where the heart is! I have a three-year old waiting for me. Anticipation of hearing his sweet little voice and holding his little hand has replaced the dread.

Goodbye for now, New York. I missed you, Grand Rapids!