Our Welcome Home

This is what was waiting for Eli and I when we come home from the hospital Monday morning.
Soft music playing. Everything neat, shiny and clean.

Blue balloons all over the living room, down the hall and in Eli's room. Posters made by Dad and the kids.


And here's the clincher that opened my flood-gate of tears: More fresh flowers in our bedroom, accompanied by the sweetest, most endearing love note that my sweetie has ever written me.

Spoiled rotten. That's what I am. And blessed beyond measure. (Uh-oh. More tears...)