Those are beautiful words to me, almost as beautiful as “No, we don’t have to drive 800 miles today.”
We had a great trip, made even more wonderful by the fact that I got behind a car with California tags that was headed west at a speed akin to greased lightning and he and I were best friends for hours as we ticked off mile after mile of asphalt. I was disappointed that I had to leave him in Oklahoma City and was tempted to pay his hotel for a week if he’d trailblaze across the desert with me next week.
We were whupped by the time we pulled into my parents’ driveway last night and for the first time since I was twelve, I went to bed before my mother. I don’t think I’m going to step foot outside the house today and the agenda is pretty light for a few days. We’re going to sit and visit, two of my favorite things to do. We’ll talk about the neighbors, fuss over the roses and the tomato plants, go to Walmart one or twelve times, and enjoy being together.
There’s no place like home.
Have a nice day.