Whew! But what a fun time!

We took the grandbabies back and are home again. They wore the tie-dyed t-shirts we made the day before they left. They were sunburned, mosquito-bitten and tired, but we all had fun.

We fished, boated, got dragged behind the boat on the tube, swam in the lake and two different swimming pools. We made puppets, knitted, cooked, helped grandpa in the garden, then snapped green beans and shelled peas. We all went to the county fair and ate cotton candy and visited friends. There was a lot of giggling and only tears once when the youngest got tossed off the tube after a series of large waves had her airborne.

The days went by in a blur. Now the house is a little too quiet. Even the dolls look lonely and our dogs are bummed since nothing good hits the floor under the dining room table anymore.

It will be another year before the girls will come up without mom and dad and brother and little sis. Soon though we will be having all four I hope. It will be crazier and even more fun. It's their time away from home -- and our time alone with them. A very special time.

Now though it is time to get back to work. First a trip to Washington DC for nationals, then grandbabies, I'm anxious to get writing again. My characters are restless. I'm fortunate that I get to come back to something I love. Writing has always been my escape and my passion and something I miss if I'm away from it for very long.

So today I switch from grandbabies and Barbie dolls to finding out what is going on with the Whitehorse Winchester family. It is back to murder and mayhem. Yes, it is good to be home.