We just returned from a trip.
It was absolutely GREAT. Great to see family, Great to be WITH family, great to be in a beautiful place in the country, great to support our children.
BUT, two days before the trip ended, I got a head cold. BAD; you know the feeling, achy body, sore and scratchy throat, very bad cough, runny nose, etc.
So, on Thursday, on the LONG, LONG way home, all I could think of was getting into my soft, cozy, and comfy bed. All I wanted to do was to stretch out in MY BED. Doing nothing. Just bed down in a familiar place with no one around, except ALLEN, to try to make me more comfortable.
I love our home. We have waste paper baskets in EVERY ROOM, except the living room. We have TWO each in each of our three bathrooms. No one needs to search high and low for a place to throw away a tissue. We have Kleenex in every room in case you need to blow your nose.
In short, I love our home, and the way it is laid out. It just felt good to be in my OWN bed yesterday.
Oh, yes, I love HOME! That is where my heart is. OH, I do love visiting my family, but I'm always glad to come HOME.
And, I am grateful.
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