We've had a tough go of it during this first part of summer. My husband lost his mom to pancreatic cancer, just 2 months after the dreaded C word was first uttered. We made the best of the cards that were dealt, and spent as much time as possible with her overlooking the ocean with her first grandbaby cooing by her side. The last few weeks were spent reliving the happier days through photos & stories, many of which I'd never heard before. The inevitable was being embraced with grace.
I'm overjoyed to be home, getting back into our little routine. I've missed the little things. Like baking a loaf of blueberry bread and blogging about it.