Home is such a strange word these days.
The entire month leading up to going to Jackson, I kept thinking over and over how happy and excited I was to go 'home.' And by the end of the week Bryan and I had each stated how nice it would be to get 'home' after such a long time away (your own bed is always something to be longed for). I think we've made sense of it now, though, and it's this: Home is Where You Are. Not YOU you, but for me it is Bryan. Home is where he is. For him, I am home. You get the idea.
Anyway, it was so nice to see everyone, family and friends alike, and now we are back in Boston. We absolutely know we are loved by many people and can only try to extend such abundant hospitality, openness, warmth, and kindness back to you all! You are welcome in our Home absolutely any time!
We arrived home to find our garden flourishing!
We harvested our garlic last night (at 12:45am-- all of our flights were late) like mole people digging through the earth under the cover of darkness... And today I made some garlic infused olive oil (which is very uncharacteristic for mole people, I hear)! I can't wait to try it later this week!