My sisters and mom are now en route to home. We return from the airport before sunup; the house is quiet and I know the let down of so much fun, family, food and holiday preparations will hit me as much as fatigue later this afternoon.
I'll counter this quietness with sketching, finishing photographs, working on grands' journals, and reorganizing my craft closets -- a much procrastinated task.
C is home today and he too will be recuperating. The refrigerator is still full, and after a much-needed trash run, I see naps playing a big part in today's menu.
It was one of the most blessed and joyous holidays of my life, and endings always make me sad.