Whew. It's been a long 5 days.
Dennis had to go to Utah for his nephew's funeral.
He gave the eulogy.
I'm always sad when I can't go with him.
I especially missed him at night.
Our bed seemed way too big.
I practically got lost in it without him.
But now he is home, and so are his little trails:
He unpacks in the playroom, thanks to our friend Jo Rhodus.
She says we should never bring our suitcase into our bedroom.
Does he put his shoes away in our closet? No of course not.
He likes them right here by this garbage can in his office.
He likes to keep his coat draped right here over this chair.
He likes the bathroom down the hall better than ours.
I'd recognize those feet anywhere.
Look what he brought home for me.
I can't wait to listen to it today.
Sung by my very favorite choir!