4.9.11 Home

We awake in Minto. The sun is shining and I am loving the views. I don't easily forget my lump. My mind wanders to the good, the bad and yes the ugly. I am reminded of something my husband has said, "One day at a time." So I begin to pray when I have thought outside of today and this moment. Breakfast at my dad's cafe. I cook for Bill, the kids, my uncle Edmund and my uncle Chuck. I express to my husband that I would like to go home today. My mind is fixated on leaving Monday and I would like to leave a clean house and pack for the kids. We talk of a rental car. An idea I am against because of the cost. Bill relents and we decide to head home. He occasionally asks if I am in any pain "No" or "A little". But I wonder if it's in my head? We drive home. Home. I am so thankful to be home. Familiar, I feel since I go the word that I will have to travel to Anchorage, I haven't been home to relax and let it sink in and just be HOME. I spend the evening in bed. I have to, I am so mentally, emotionally TIRED!