Becca.

Forty-eight hours after having Dahlia, I was finally able to make my way back home. I had never been so happy to walk through the large glass front double doors into the relaxed comfort of my New Zealand home.

Boxes still lined the areas in some places where I hadn’t had the time to unpack, but it didn’t matter to me. At the end of the day, it was still my home, and with every moment I spent here, I knew things would get ...