A delightfully happy Monday morning to y’all. I can’t hardly explain how wondful it is to fall sleep to the dance of fireflies and the cascading song of insects, and awake to a green June, with birds trilling away. In other words, it’s really good to be home.

The last day in Mexico was packed full with things like packing, cleaning the house we’d been staying in, and “one last” of nearly everything. One last walking down the beach with waves lapping at my feet. One last reading during the burning hot afternoon with a fan blowing directly on me. One last running out to watch the sunset (which, I couldn’t see cause of all the clouds). One last wading into the ocean with all my day-clothes on, the swimming in the perfectly-temperatured water.

The trip home was long, but rather nice. The anticipation of seeing everyone and everything after being gone for five weeks was high. I only got about 3 hours sleep the night before we left, although I did doze a little longer. Then, during a layover, I found a wall to curl up next to and ended up getting about 90 minutes of some of the best airport sleep ever.

Arriving home was completely lovely. I still haven’t soaked everything in, but I’m getting there. As I write this the birds are creating a symphony outside my open office windows. There was fog in the trees morning, and brilliant greenness jumps out at me everywhere I look. Flowers are blooming, there’s fresh tar on the roads, and the world around me is nearly the perfect temperature. Everything screams “Home!” and laughingly shouts “Summer!” It’s magnificent.

Needless to say, this is a wonderful Monday indeed, and I am very much looking forward to this week, and June as a whole.