It’s always hard to leave a place while you’re still having fun.
But it sure is nice to arrive home to a house that smells like ginger and chocolate, especially after a plane delay and kids kicking my seat throughout the plane ride and a lost ticket for the parking garage.
The husband doesn’t bake but daughter #1 does and she’s home from college for a few days. Lucky us. Lucky me.
And not just because of the fresh baked goods.
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