The Nicest Word

Our time away has ended and everyone went to sleep last night in their own beds. It was heavenly, in the most humble way.  Laurel stood on the front porch and said, "Mama, I am so glad to be home!" 
 

Life can come rushing back after a trip, as all the old habits fall into place again.  There were the gardens to inspect and admire, the waiting laundry, a supper to be made, new bouquets to put in water, and things to be filed away again.  It was all the same, but it was made new again by simply being gone.

It can be a challenge to write about difficult things with sensitivity, to say that things aren't all roses or golden lamplight.  Some trips or visits are hard; some are bright spots.  We enjoyed time with dear friends, and we endured some real challenges that seem to be ongoing.  It always provides food for thought.  We never stop growing, never stop learning, never lose the chance to improve ourselves.  And yet, no matter how many or few years we have, everyone has a voice at the table at home.

Oh, home.  It is so good.