I was on my way home from work yesterday and realized that my favorite part of a work day (or play day or shopping day) is coming home.
I am a very good driver. I’m great at staying within the speed limit. For the most part. But for some reason, when I’m on my way home, I will speed. It never fails. My one and only ticket was for speeding – I was on my home. My foot just seems to get really heavy the more I think about home…I want to be there. Now.
Maybe it’s because I’m a hermit or maybe because I just
really love my family. All I know is that I think about home while I’m away and when I finally step in the front door I breathe a huge sigh of relief. “I’m back, I missed you, if I could stay here always, I would.”