going home

you walk into the room/
there's a fire burning warm and bright/
open up the door/
there's a room where they're waiting for you/
and you will feel so at ease/
you will know you're/
home.
[credit: a song i heard once]

Tomorrow morning, in the barely light crispness of early fall, we'll climb into the car with the luggage and coax the doors to close up around us.
So we can drive. Home.
I have big plans of: smiling a lot, huggs, lounging on familiar couches, eating delicious food I didn't cook, holding hands with my ever-present husband, and letting everyone else entertain Isaiah. : )