We are home.

Just in time for lots of hugs, lots of kisses and lots of conversation.

In time for a late afternoon walk with sisters and a run with the small sausage dog.

Just in time to make spaghetti bolognese.

Just in time for footy practice (and the game).

Just in time for sitting in front of the fire with the man who we have not lived in the same house with for 12 days.

In time for  snuggling in comfortable silence.

Just in time for two girls’ 13th birthday.

We’re home.

Just in time to save our sanity.