Dorothy Had It Right...

There's no place like home.



We got back from our Ohio trip last night around midnight.  SM is still sacked out from the long drive.  I got up at 5:30 (some habits are hard to break) and took the pups out for a well deserved walk.  With all the eating (and drinking) this past week, I'm kinda scared to step on the scale. 

I'd love to say the wedding went off without a hitch (of course there was) but we had a great time and it was fabulous to see our old friends.  SM and I were having a "milestone moment" with whole event.  Remembering Jackie as a little girl and now she's creating a new family of her own.  Seeing her face when she recognized us and blurted out "You've changed so much!".

(laughing...)  Back atcha girl!

Before we left yesterday, J & S took us to see "The Lake House".   J's parents passed a few years ago and he and his brother inherited the home that they grew up in.  We spent an enjoyable morning traveling down memory lane with J as he showed us around the house which was built in the 1920's.  It's a lakefront property on Lake Erie and the house was in such disrepair. They are slowly gutting it and renovating it for the next generation of family get togethers. 

The kicker to this tiny little home is the unobstructed view of Lake Erie.  SM and I just stood there feeling the soft summer breeze and marveled at the thought of living a lakeside life.  We teased J to make sure that our future "guestroom" had a view of the lake.  

I'm so happy for him.  You can see the contentment in his face even though it's a huge project to take on.  

He's home.  

As I sit here in my nook typing, I look out and see an overgrown yard that needs mowing and a garden that is just waiting for me to come out and discover her mysteries. 

The sky is overcast and everything is wet.  Soaked in fact.

The air is heavy.

I see a huge mushroom growing in the middle of the yard. 

I have puppies passed out at my feet and a husband safely snoozing in bed.

The ceiling fan is spinning slowly overhead.

The washing machine is chugging in the background and I'm making a mental list of "to-do's" that need doing before I go back to work tomorrow.

Yes...I'm smiling.  It may not be lakefront, but it doesn't need to be.

I'm home.

And there's no place like it.