Home

There's a gleam in your eyes, said my husband. It must be because you're home. He knows he's right.

It is good to be home. Everything is predictable. The town is the same. Dad has his recliner. Mom took us shopping.

The kids have already argued and will most likely continue to do so. We spent money on parts today for a vehicle that is always needing something fixed. The cat is moody. Some things just don't change.

And that feels good. No traffic. Meeting family members in Walmart. Sitting at a table with my parents. Drying dishes for my mom.

Will we get bored? Most likely. Will we be lonely? Never.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year. It's time to be home.