My Cardboard Crown

9:42pm.

Sunday night.

I've been home from Vancouver for almost 24 hours.

We had a long, amazing, exhausting, memorable, challenging and powerful week.

I committed to do nothing but sit today. Sit and relax and sit and play with Missy D.

I'm so happy to be home.

I've cried more than a few times since last night. During commercials, sporting events, TV shows and just for no reason at all.

I'm emotional. I'm tired.....

.....and am feeling just as pregnant as I should at almost 10 weeks.

Somewhere near the end of September our little clan of three will become a home of four!

Somehow I managed to survive a week with 20 teenagers, sleeping in a room with seven other people in a strange bed and long days full of lots and walking and dancing and huge mobs of people.

Thanks to Oma and Opa and my crazy wonderful husband cause I wouldn't have been going anywhere if it weren't for you.

I came home to a clean house, an empty laundry basket and fresh flowers (along with a card and a package of my favourite fuzzy peaches) on my nightstand.

I do promise to do some serious updating this week but for now, my big comfy bed is shouting to me.

Happy March!