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Days at Home

Sometimes, trips afar to Key West and California and Bear Lake fill our breaks with adventure and sweet memories
But other times, my love
we stay here at home.
Days off filled with sleeping in
eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner together
for days on end 
without interruption.
Days where it's too cold to go for a walk, so we jive to "just-dance for kids" YouTube videos for exercise
Or that day after Christmas, when we felt a surge of crazy
and went to the rec center swimming pool with our little boy
and had the time of our lives floating round the lazy river
again and again and again
and thoroughly drying off before we braved the icy cold
to get home.
Days when we organize and clean, but aren't bothered by it
because we're together.
Days of popcorn and brownies and quiche and daily games of Ticket to Ride.
Days when we dance in the kitchen,
read stories at dusk,
snuggle our way through a movie
til bedtime.
Sometimes, days at home
are the best vacation.

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