Home by 8pm after the final day of the Show. A small boy - my small boy - had spent a whole day waiting, creating, arranging.... waiting for his Mum to come home.
Flowers, my Home heart, my jewellery, music, my nail polishes all beautifully laid out to paint my toenails! And handwritten signs saying he loves me.
I don't know if it is because I am a writer and words mean so much to me, but handwritten messages just blow me wide open with love. Maybe it is because he is so young, and these notes are so precious. My little man had put so much thought - all by himself - into preparing for my homecoming.
It's been a great week, but I am very, very happy to be home.