My flight back to Charleston was originally scheduled for Sunday afternoon. Sunday morning, I changed it to Monday. Monday morning, I pushed it back to Tuesday. I just couldn't bring myself to leave.
I appreciated home this time more than ever. I don't know if it was the magic that is our backyard or the fact that I won't be back for a while. Either way it was an idyllic week, marked by beautiful outdoor dinners with roasted veggies, caprese salads, white wine, and strawberry cake.