I got home tonight – after a short trip to sunny Florida, where I was helping my sister move into her new house. (Number 102 could be that I don’t live in Florida. Whew. Can’t take the heat.)
Nothing is better than coming down the escalator at the airport and seeing three handsome young men standing there with signs and grins, running toward you. And a husband whose face shows me right away he appreciates everything I do around here. And my dad standing there too! All the testosterone-filled people I love in my heart, right there to greet me.
Every parent in the world is thankful each time that plane touches down safely and we get to return to the hugs who need us. It was wonderful to get away. And sweet as candy to get home again.
