Last night I returned home to Canada. For the first time since Christmas I was able to hug my brother, I was able to rub my mom’s sweet head, which now has the softest covering of beautiful salt and peppered-hued hair, I was able to tiptoe upstairs to peak into my childhood bedroom. As always, mom had a little gift for me waiting downstairs in my old living space, so neatly wrapped with love. On the front door hung one of the chalkboards from our wedding, and in writing that can only be from my mother read “Welcome Home Gorgeous. Tonight’s menu, as requested, homemade macaroni and cheese.” I can positively agree that there’s no place like home. xoxo Photo via the remarkable as always Elizabeth Messina.