Home, Where My Music's Playin'

After four months away, we're home at last. 

And this time, Chicago actually feels like home.

It's great to sleep in our own bed. And do those things you just can't do in anyone else's house. 

(Like walk around the kitchen while nursing your baby...)

The flight was great. We even got to sit by friends from our ward who were also returning to Chicago.

I tried out my new phone.

Luke chillaxed. The plane was not even half full. 

We'll miss having our families nearby, but it is great to be home. Where my music's playin'.