Just the Three of Us

Yesterday I flew out of LAX and touched down in the land of the Delta blues, AKA, home. I’m so excited to have this week to spend with my parents, especially since I didn’t get to see them at Christmas. The weather is kind of nasty here, cold and rainy with some sleet on the side, but mom had a big pot of soup ready for us when we got home from the airport, along with a fresh-baked loaf of bread. It was heavenly. Since it was so chilly, mom suggested that we eat dinner in front of the fire, and she set up this cozy spread for us. It’s the little things like this, and there are too many millions of them to count, that make me love coming home. There are always bright colors, the smell of books, and the deep and powerful knowledge that I am loved. I’m more grateful than words can say.

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