I am grateful to be home.
I am grateful for a great sleep last night. Night number 1 at Nana and Pop’s house? Well, who could expect to sleep with all that excitement! The boys had us up on 3 occasions on night 1, so on night 2, I headed to bed a bit earlier, around 11pm. The next time my eyes opened was at 8am. My boys rarely sleep past 7:30 on a weekend. It was awesome and unexpected to have such a great sleep.
I am grateful for all my great Vancouver peeps, all of whom who weren’t related to me by marriage I completely ignored on this trip. Driving around in the place I used to call home made me painfully aware of all the friends I’d like to see in Vancouver. Perhaps I will in the next few months.