we pack all up to head home and the they ask us to stay another night.
i wonder if they are being kind, or really mean it. i choose the latter
and we settle in. i make stew and Brandon makes fluffy roles and we
chase the chickens and watch a bit of Netflix. it is cold and snow still is on
the ground as Dad helps cut some firewood and Brandon starts a cozy fire.
my mamma heart is full, i tell him as we crawl into the cozy flannel sheets.