"Where we love and are loved is home, home where our feet might leave, but not our hearts." Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
So happy to be in my home again--where the tea is strong and in China cups or mugs, Clay and I chatter about events, ideas, dreams and thoughts--oh so glad I married a Christian-purpose-driven man. Home, Sarah greeting me with a hand-caligraphy card "I have gone to bed, but can't wait to talk to you." and a lit candle, fresh cherries, and home made cherry bars; snuggling up with Joy before she goes to bed, having candlelight and warm meals at night and lots of talking and sharing; Kelcy--oh faithful golden retriever paws me again and again and again, and where all is familiar and all belong to this tiny little community of Clarkson.