The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
It's only a week and a half until I leave the cozybutsometimeslonely lodging of my little apartment and head towards the hustle and bustle of another M Family Thanksgiving at Mom and Dad's. It makes me smile just thinking about it -- the laughter, the drama, the cooking, the smooshing into a very small house and fighting over the remote control... ahhh. Family. Good times, good times.
My family is big. And loud. And passionate about almost everything. Addendum. Some of us are passionate about SOME topics, and some of us are bored to tears by said topics. Which is part of the magic of my family -- there's always something to talk about and almost always someone who will listen to you talk about it. Or argue with you about why you should be talking about something else :P
Home is a lovely blue house with a beautifully landscaped yard and an American flag always waving from the front porch.
Home is a blue/white/yellow kitchen, a dining room with a picture window, and a bird identification book always close at hand.
Home is feeling the heat from a freshly poured cup of steaming coffee and seeing the sleepy faces of my family wandering out to the back porch, which has somehow become the unofficial gathering place for starting or ending each day when the whole family's in town.
Home is where the most beautiful, gracious woman in the world answers to the name of "Mom" and leaves little chocolate bars on the pillow when she knows you're coming home...
Home is where a smart, laughing salt-and-pepper headed man steals kisses from her when he thinks we're not looking and always makes sure there's enough coffee in the pot for "one more cup."
Home is where sisters live :)
Happy homecoming to all the weary travelers tonight. May you know the truth and peace of being HOME -- wherever and with whomever that home exists.