Another Chapter

I love being home. There’s something amazing about walking through the door and knowing all the smells and sounds. The furniture is familiar. The way the tile and carpet feel to bare feet. The rooms are all where they were when you left them, even if the things they hold have changed a bit. 

My home is so safe. So warm. So full of love. 

In the past 24 hours, I’ve gotten kisses from my doggy, I shared one big bed with my siblings, my abuela told me about some young Cuban guy she met (*read with Cuban accent* “whose heart is for the Lord and is very cute”), Adam showed me how to play minecraft on the computer, I helped Becca do her hair for the band banquet, and Adam and I rode bikes around the neighborhood before the sun set. 

And I cuddled with them a lot. And the house smells like Ropa Vieja and Frijoles… which will shortly be in my belly :)

I’m so happy I’m home. Even if it is just for a week. It will be a great week, enjoying my time for what it is.