Tuesday, November 20, 2012


This morning I woke up, not to the sounds of slot machines and sirens, but the sounds of two boys and their instruments in our living room.  I jumped out of bed, smiled when my bare feet touched the cold wood floors in our room, and quietly made my way to the living room to be immersed in my familiar.

And as I came around the corner and turned on the lamp, two little brown eyes met mine from across the room.  He was in the middle of play, the middle of his favorite familiar, but he got up and almost without thinking, made his way to my side, wrapped his arms around my leg, and hugged me tight.  I scooped him up, he placed his head on my shoulder, and softly patted my back as I sat next to Daddy and his guitar.  No words were exchanged, simply because there were none available to describe the love we felt in our little room at that little moment.

So happy to be home.  Back to my favorite familiar.

1 comment:

  1. I feel like this could be a famous poem someday... miss you!



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