Home again, home again…jiggety-jog.
But ohhhhhhh—
…the winding highway we cruise-controlled…
…the quaint cottages we coveted…I mean, wished we lived in…wait…is that the same thing? Oh, whatever…
…the silky fibers I couldn’t keep my hands off of…stopped trying, actually…
…the amazing baby versions of the ABC song we sang…
…the basket full of prizes we get to keep…hee hee hee…don’t worry, I’m not trying to rhyme…
…the hollyhocks we sniffed–that is, until a bumblebee the size of a seagull showed up…
…the “finger-dancing” we did to all the 70’s music we could stand…
…the peaceful river we rested by…being careful not to disturb the residents…
…the fabulous old, old stuff that I sincerely tried to keep my hands off of…alas, in vain…
…the pretty porches we got to play on…I’m having one of those someday–I tell you…
…the 300-ish miles of people-less land we drove through…I mean, around…
…the millions of quilt-y things we took pictures of–for inspiration—which by-the-way, still look really hard to make…
…all to end up here—at this most beloved and sought after door…
…to turn in this card filled with a million stamps proving that we have driven around the world 3 times in the last couple of days…and now…
…will be resting these for a while as we dream of all the stuff we will most certainly win…
that…and about getting a touch up on the Iced Cranberry polish.
It’s time.