I am home again after being gone for more than two weeks. I love the phrase "home again." Home is that special place, where memories and love blend into a comfortable and sweet familiarity. Home is having my husband return after ten hours at the office. Home is having my cat sit on my lap and give me her rough-tongued kitty kisses.
Larry and I are at the point in our lives when we could afford a bigger, fancier house. You know what I discovered? I didn't want bigger or fancier. I want the place where my children grew up. I want the place where I helped my daughter learn to make her letters. I want the place where I worked with my sons on cub scouting and then earning their Eagle Scout. I wanted home.
So, for today, I am grateful to be home again.
I'm glad you love your home and are home again.
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