When we were young, I loved homecomings. Occasionally, my husband went away for work-related reasons or to visit extended family when I wasn’t able to go with him. Sometimes I visited extended family when my husband had to stay home and work. Homecomings were always fun. We appreciated each other just a little more after being apart for a bit.
It has been quite a while since we’ve been away from each other, and 18 months ago we became empty-nesters so we spend a lot of time together. Two weeks ago I left him at home while I went to help my oldest daughter. I came home yesterday. After 36 years, homecomings are much more sweet. It’s more than just renewed appreciation now — it’s like adding super glue to the cement that holds us together.
I’m glad I went to help my daughter, and I would do it again in a heartbeat — but today my heart is full and there’s no place like home. Counting my blessings.