Friday, April 28, 2006
Why it is ALWAYS good to come home
When I returned to, Casa De Dust Sunday evening "the collective" were in bed. I woke Monday morning, to hear the pitter patter of footsteps, and giggles. It seems DH let them into our bedroom. So they climbed into bed with me, and snuggled, covered me in kisses. They were suprised to see me, and kept saying "You have come back to life, you have come back to life!!"
I did come back to life.
Posted by Rachelle Jones at 1:18 PM