Jumping the rainbow

Me and this blog, yeah, we almost broke up. But I think I finally might be able to start writing again.

You might have guessed that August was rough. My poor dear husband was stuck single parenting for weeks while I begged for "just one more hour at work, please."

And then to top it off, at the very height of the madness, I had to take a business trip for eight days. To New Zealand. I love New Zealand! But-- it's a really, really, reeeeally, long way away from here.

I owe my husband big time. And my mother. And my father. And my in-laws. Family is amazing. Family steps in and takes the wheel when you're too tired to drive.

It wasn't all bad though. On my very last day in New Zealand I spent the afternoon with friends. We went to a local grocery store and picked up fresh bread, hot roast chicken, and salad. We ate outside, savoring the early spring sunshine. (Because in New Zealand, the seasons are reversed, crazy, right?) Afterward we drove down to a little beach and hiked up one of the many bluffs that surround Auckland harbor. And as we rounded the bend a rainbow pierced the sky, as if on cue.

I arrived home just after midnight on Monday evening to a quiet, sleeping, house. The crickets were chirping, the fan was humming, and dog was snoring and I slipped back into the fold unnoticed. The next morning, when the girls piled into bed and smothered me with kisses and hugs it was like Christmas and my birthday all folded into one.

It is so good to be home.