Rio sleeping in his stroller while we grilled.
Norwegians pull their kids behind their skis in these sleds. I so want one!
Phoenix didn't want to sit next to Mama. He clearly signed "No. Papa." when I tried to sit down!
First the first time in my life, I went "home" (the home of my childhood in Algonquin, Illinois, USA) just for a visit. I've lived in other parts of the world but never for long enough that I would actually go home to visit. So this was a first for me...to leave...to rush around trying to see everybody...to land in a city that is my now my home but yet so temporary.
My 2 week visit to the US was a whirlwind. I was actually in Chicagoland only one week and spent the other week between Minnesota and Michigan. There was a very sad moment when I realized I couldn't see "everybody" and that made me just want to go home to Norway. If I couldn't see everyone I didn't want to be there. But of course, I'm thankful for the time that I did spend with my family and some friends.
Now I'm just trying to process it all. I had some great conversations with dear friends that both inspired me and gave me a lot to think about. I love them all and am so grateful for their friendship.
It was fun to come home to Ben and Phoenix (although on the international flight Rio cried every 30 seconds for about 5 hours!) and know that where ever my husband and kids are is my home.