I slipped my life back on as if it were that well worn and comfortable jacket that still looks like I paid alot of money for it. (It actually came from Value Village).

I bubbled over in excitment as I walked down the hallway of the airport, barely restraining the urge to skip...dance...run.

I laughed delightedly when I saw that they'd made a sign to welcome me home - happy springs and all! (Thanks girls!) I could only stop talking long enough to fill my ears with the happenings in my absence; giggling voice over voice (sometimes in stereo) filling me in on what I'd missed.

It's good to be home.