The suitcases are unpacked and put away. He stayed awake as long as he could, but the jet lag has won, and he is sleeping now.
I didn't like what he brought back with him . . . laundry. Piles and piles. It looks like clothes bombs went off in our house and left piles of clothing everywhere.
I don't care about that right now. The sun is shining. My world is complete again. He's home.