“One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it’s left behind.” – Charles Dickens
Our regret to leave the ocean has been forgotten in the joy of returning home.
The grass is three feet high.
There’s spoiled milk in the fridge.
And a ton of laundry awaits me.
But our home is the most beautiful place on earth tonight.
We spent the afternoon unpacking and reordering.
Lucy Mae is back with us, where she is meant to be (is it normal to be so heartsick over a dog?).
There’s popcorn popping and two boys on the couch beside me.
Beach prayers are not forgotten–but to remind, I’ve carefully placed our sea treasures in a tidbit bowl on the counter.
A little bowl of paradise.
But tonight, paradise is right here.
Home sweet home.