As I've been looking through pictures from the last week or so, something has resonated with me more than anything else: home is my happy place. I love going out, traveling, and nights with friends, but I'm happiest when I'm home. Having breakfast on the porch, reading books with the girls, digging in the garden (yes, in a dress)... these are all things that really make my heart swell. I know people talk about enjoying the "simple things" in life... I think this is what they mean. I'm very thankful for all of it.