My husband took his mom down to Florida, then stuck around to hang out and take care of some projects around the house. It’s her first time down there since my father-in-law passed away, and I’m so grateful he was available to help.
Anyway, he was gone for ten days, then flew back yesterday morning. I had a lovely, cozy, beautiful day doing nothing more than hanging out with him and my dog, collecting firewood, eating the traditional pork chops and twice-baked potatoes, and giving thanks.
Oh, and there was turtle cheesecake.