Three weeks. In an RV. In Northern Canada.

I had an absolutely fantabulous time, but hooh boy….I am glad to be home.

In a way it was anticlimactic, but it was also oddly comforting to come home to a power outtage. No TV or computers, just a campfire and candles. We sat and talked and when Mom and Dad went to bed, the kids and I took a moonlight swim in the pool. I floated on my back for awhile, hearing only the sound of my breathing, and seeing only the stars and treetops.

Then Hannah and I snuggled in her bed, waking up this morning to a home with electricity and internet access. There are photos and stories, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a pile of dirty laundry to wash and a certain J.K. Rowling book to dive into…