I decided to go home with Milo and the girls this weekend. This is only the 2nd time I've been home in 4 months. It's weird how you feel like a stranger in your own home. It's just not the same. Even though Josiah has never been here and we never set anything up for him before we left. It's just weird. Something is missing. Things look different, smell different. I opened the completely wrong closet looking for a towel this morning. We've lived in this house for 5 years now. You'd think I'd remember where I keep the towels. I sat down in front of the TV this morning and said to Milo, "has our TV always been this small and this round?" I was caught off guard by what made it feel like home though. It was the sound of Milo's beard trimmer this morning while I was still in bed trying to sleep. I used to get so annoyed by that sound in the mornings but this morning it was a familiar sound and while I still wanted to sleep it was oddly comforting to here. (Milo only trims his beard while he is home on the weekends, so I haven't heard that sound in months) Again I am reminded of the simple things in life. While the girls have gotten up every morning at 7am while we've been in Charleston. This morning I didn't here them until 8:10am and then they didn't even call for me. They stayed in their room, laying in their bed, chatting with each other. They too must have felt at home. On our way to church, we got to the corner of our street and Daylia yelled out, "I see the water tower." Since she was 6 months old I would tell her, "There's the water tower, we are almost home." Again it caught me off guard, how comforting it was to here her say that this morning and again it's the little things in life.