Sometimes, home is a dream.

There was the sound of a train rushing swiftly around a track, a helicopter landing. There were snuggles over library books. Giggles from behind curtains and doors. Talks of princess castles. Tutus and silly hats. Dancing, singing, quiet napping. Even a fashion show. Jammies in our house seem to foster creativity. The benefit of knowing there's no agenda. A day when the living room is a great place for a picnic, the bathtub is transformed into the beach, and twirling is necessary at least once every ten minutes, just because.Sometimes home is just our favorite place to be.The other day, we were left with the quiet opportunity to do nothing. There wasn't even a reason to get dressed, so we just didn't. Instead we spent our day being each other's best friends...mostly, I got to watch my girls be sisters. I found myself realizing that these little girls make my home one of the happiest, most joyful, most playful, most relaxing places I've known. I found myself realizing how lucky I am.