Friday, September 29, 2006

reflections on home

few things beat the feel of carpet from your own home tickling the insides of your toes.

i arrived home late last night to be greeted by my favorite inside smell (cinnamon), an impeccably clean apartment, freshly washed sheets, sweet tea with plenty of ice and a straw, and one of the most touching hallmark cards ever. have i mentioned that i have the best friend in the whole world? Andrea is incredible. She has the servant heart of Jesus Christ. and i'm not just saying that. she really does. and it's not just because really nice things for me.

i talked to my little nephew Jake, my sister, my mom, and if my dad would ever get a cell phone, i would've talked to him too. the sound of a family member's voice when you're finally in the same time zone is like savory comfort food. some things just don't get better than that.


6 comments:

rob said...

welcome home. often the best part of a trip is coming home.

rocketman said...

Welcome back, I'll see you at the day of prayer. That is if you decided to go. :-).

L Funk

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catbird said...

Glad you're back safe and sound. There's not much better in life than coming home from a long trip to a clean house and sleeping in your own bed with crisp, clean sheets.
Enjoy them while they last. :)

Anonymous said...

Glad you are home!

Patricia said...

Welcome back! I can't wait to hear about your trip. But it'll have to be on Sunday because I'm leaving town Tuesday until the end of October!