The thought that kept running through my mind was this:
The most important work I will ever do will be within the walls of my own home.
Grace, Ethan, and Spencer met us at the front door with a "Welcome Home" sign that they made the night we left:
It was so sweet to be greeted with squeals and bear hugs on the front porch.
And oh, I have a lot to write about Australia (once the jet lag is gone and my bags are unpacked).
The two Retreats we had in the Gold Coast and in Sydney were filled with amazing individuals. The friends I finally had a chance to meet after years of emailing were even better in person. We toured in beautiful places and got to drive on the left side of the road.
Saren and I had the opportunity to go on National TV to talk about Retreats and mothering, and I did my first radio interview (my heart was pounding hard).
But really, there isn't anything or anyone as important as the people who know me as a wife and mother.
I put the quote by George Moore in the header of my blog before I'd ever left North America:
"A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it."
But now that I've traveled halfway around the world, those thoughts mean even more.
Tonight I tucked each child in bed with back tickles and songs. We hugged and kissed, and Ethan asked me if I would please live to be 500 years old. Grace told me she was glad that she's not "the woman of the house" anymore, and Spencer didn't throw even one tantrum. (I think he's matured in the past 12 days without me.)
Eric made us dinner and put me down for a nap this afternoon (for FOUR hours!), and now that the kids are asleep, I'm going to show him all the photos from our trip.
Just wanted to express my love to our friends in Australia for making the experience so wonderful that I was in tears at the airport when it was time to leave--and to my family for being so wonderful that they brought tears to my eyes when I got home.