My kids start panting like dogs as the clock ticks closer to the minute my husband gets home. It’s almost as if the air changes and I’m just waiting for a wolf cub to start howling as the Jeep pulls up the long driveway.
Once the front door opens, it is as if the hounds have been released. I cannot stop them if I wanted to -and let’s be real, I already poured a glass of wine. This is just sheer pleasure for me.Continue reading