There is no place like home. Dorothy said it. I believe it. If I could of closed my eyes and clicked my red flip flops together and uttered the famous words "There's no place like home" I would have. I couldn't. Since I was driving! Closing my eyes would of landed me somewhere but not home. We had a great vacation. It wasn't that. What could be better than the beach, good music, good food, drink and great friends. We ate, we danced, we shopped and we laughed. I caught my thoughts often..."I am so blessed." A wonderful husband, really my best friend...Denise is a very, very close second,( Actually I can even tell her more than I would ever tell Pat, but you get the idea) that I love being with. Pat has changed my whole life, he makes up for the whole messy past. I use to hear that love makes you grow into the person you truly are...I know now that is so true. I know me and at 51 years old, I like me. Anyway, back to getting home...I missed my dog, Angel. She is a comfort to me. I love to nestled my face in her fur. I love the way she sighs when she gets all comfortable cuddled up to me. She is the very best. I missed my girl, Cassidy. Her smiles, that look she makes, hearing her say "My Nana" and her little hand in mine. It's funny but when I am away I miss routine. Maybe because I am very tasky (is that even a word?) kind of a girl.Even for a day or two I feel such a peace as I get back to cleaning, washing, cooking, shopping, back to work....notice I did said for a day or two.
How come we don't appreciate what we have until it is gone? Till the bad news comes or when someone or something is no longer ours. Sometimes I get mad at God and I decide that I'm just not going to talk to Him anymore and a little time passes and I actually miss talking to Him. It's like empty air. Vast. It's lonely.
I haven't written on this blog since last October. A long time. I miss it. I have thoughts that I want to write down. It's like a coming home within my self. Where I am one within myself. You would only understand if you have been there. I am grounded, at peace.
So I am grateful for today. For being home. Pat just called to say "Hi", my dog is at my feet and I have had this moment. Thank you, God. I think I'll call Cassidy. She will say " I 'm talking to my Nana and then her famous words "Is Papa home?" Routine, yes, priceless, yes.

PS. I just looked up tasky--not a real word--it is a Bevie word.
Peace and love...Bevie