by Bella Rum
I woke in my own bed this morning. It doesn’t get any better. H changed the sheets while I was in the hospital so I would have clean sheets to climb into when I got home. I know.
This will be our Christmas Day. We’re waiting for the Grand Trio to arrive. They’re on their way and have inquired several times about presents. This gets their mother in a twist because she wants them to be grateful and subtle and unselfish, but subtle must wait a few years. They’re still in the blunt truth-telling stage. Sometimes this is charming and other times it’s a little though on the self-image. If you recall the melting chin and wrinkles’ story, you know what I mean.
It is so good to be home and to feel the warmth of home and family. It is my favorite place to be.