Today I am home and thankful for being here. It isn't a mansion. It isn't the house I dreamed of owning.Anyone who has been important to me and everyone I have loved has been inside this house. Every major event since our marriage has been celebrated or commiserated here. If these walls could talk, they would laugh. They would sigh. They would shed a few tears, then smile, then laugh again. Maybe even let loose a huge guffaw.
It is much more. It is HOME.
I'd better go make sure the pictures we just hung in the laundry are secure. A guffaw might knock them off.