Home Sweet Home

Took a quick little trip home to California last weekend. It was a much needed refresher. I LOVE being home. I always hear people say how happy they were to move out, and how great it is to live on their own. I never understood that-living at home is so great. If my parents lived in Provo I would definitely move back in with them. I love my family. Honestly they mean the world to me; I love hanging out with them; They are the number one blessing in my life. It was so great to be at home, relaxing, swimming, eating, sleeping in my big comfy bed, having my parents there to help with things, farmers market, seeing my sisters, and seeing my sweet baby nephews and of course my princess Violet.

There's something about being at home that makes me so content, happy, confident, relaxed. I miss it so much. Don't realize how much until I get back there. This weekend I also was reminded at how much I need my mom. I don't know how she does it, but she ALWAYS seems to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Every time I go home I have a breakdown; probably because I finally feel like I can let it go and don't have to hold everything together now that I'm home. But every time, my mom is there and tells me exactly what I need to hear. I always leave home feeling like everything is okay, and everything will be okay. I hardly have any worries that I can't push away because I know my mom (and dad) will be there to help me with whatever I need, no matter what. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing.