Sunday Citar ~ Home

It’s Sunday again that means it’s time for one of my favorite things… Sunday Citar!!

“There’s nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.”
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Saturday morning I woke in my own bed to the playful kisses of two little bodies, their arms and legs pretzeled around me. Though I stayed in bed as long as I could, it wasn’t long before the morning was off to a whirring start… beginning with the house alarm being set off accidentally. But soon the whirring shifted gears and coffee was brewed, pancakes and eggs were passed around between laughs and stories told by grandparents.

I was gone for just a few short days, but no matter the amount of time, it’s always good to come home. Aliyah accompanied Chris to the airport on Friday to pick me up, and as I came down the escalator looking for the right carousel to deliver my worn, recognizable red and black suitcase I hear a familiar “Mommy!” called out to me from the hall. I turned around before I knew what my body was doing and saw a smiling little face timidly peaking out from a row of connected airport seats. Her small hand was clasped over her mouth, but I could see the curve of her cheeks and squinted eyes… and I smiled right back before I ran to hold her lanky body in my arms.

I had been in the madness of Miami’s South Beach, and trying to enjoy the glimpses of palm trees dancing against the cerulean sky as I ate a quick lunch or shifted gears from one meeting to another. It was busy, but the saltwater infused air was still a beautiful place to drown in work and push through feeling a little under-the-weather for responsibilities.

But here? In the arms of this little being that made me a mommy… It was the perfect start of a good weekend.

A weekend where my pajamas never left my body, save the time I put on my swimsuit to join my family in the hot tub for a little warm up after their swim.

A weekend of “punkins” and carving, toasted seeds and slimy fingers.

A weekend of decorating the front porch with illuminated creations and webbing after letting my kids play in a bath of suds and sliding fresh pajamas on their oiled bodies.

Have I mentioned I love the scent of our essential oil infused baby oil? I do. 


We’re now ready for a parade of costumed kids to make their way through the neighborhood, filling their bags, and bellies, with sweets.

Speaking of sweet, I’ve been working on a fun, new project that debuts tomorrow! Totally sweet, and something I can’t wait to share with you all… so come back by and let me know what you think.

And because the sweetest things really do come in the smallest packages, my stay-at-home-enjoying-the-moments-of-in-between day ended with precious kisses from two littles who know how show a mama some love.

I’m home.