Her homecoming was somewhat strange in how normal it felt. She was away for more than two weeks, and I thought that her arrival home would feel weird (but in a great way) as we reunited. Her arrival was good, but it seemed much more natural than it did weird. The evening had the feel of an evening in which a puzzle was just completed after several weeks of work toward its completion. Perhaps that's not the most eloquent simile, but it'll do for now.
|Caroline has adorned two of the animals Sherry brought home for her with fabric her grandmother gave.|
|A random picture of Ernie. He looks sad, but I think he's really just bored.|
We're very glad she's back.
Postscript: I took no photos of Sherry's reunion with us. After all, she was in transit for 28 hours when we picked her up. Oh, and the kids haven't bathed since Wednesday. None of us were fit for photography.