A Very Royal Homecoming

So here I am. It's 8a.m. and I've been up for hours, drinking tea out of a Diamond Jubilee commemorative mug (thank you, Alex!) as my British baby sleeps off his jetlag. Definitely not how I thought I'd be spending a morning just one year ago.
But really? It's quite simply, a wonderful way to spend a morning. Jack and I arrived home from Canada Saturday. And while there were many tears on the flight (none of them his -- he slept the whole way, bless him), I realized on arriving home that I was totally, purely happy to have my little family back under one roof. Yes, leaving home was heart wrenching -- it was truly one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, having Jack at my Mom's and introducing him to his Uncle Brad and our friends and family.  But if I'm going to have to do this a few times a year for the rest of Jack's childhood (no matter which side of the pond we end up calling home), I may as well count myself lucky that I am truly happy in both places. I got home to a loving partner and father eager to see Jack's new tricks (he also cleaned the house and had Canadian Mother's day prezzies waiting for me!) and stay up way too late catching up and cuddling. Until I can convince Mother Nature to revert back to some sort of Pangea situation to get my homes a little closer together, that's just going to have to be good enough.