"Love is missing someone whenever you are apart but somehow feeling warm inside because you are close in heart."
My phone vibrated with the notification of a text and I read the words... She is staring at her phone, looking at a picture of you and crying.
It's been thirteen days since I've been in my own home, in my own bed, and it's notes like these that help. Notes and chocolate. Calls to talk just with her when she's missing me too much. Computer chats and little visits to see me in between.
And home? Home is good. I will be arriving to a full house of family in town and a week of Thanksgiving planning and festivities, beach sunsets and acorn collecting jaunts though our forests. The menu planning has already begun (I'll be sharing some favorites soon if you're working on your menu as last minute as I am), and I'm ready for a Holiday explosion to happen in our house.
Have a beautiful Sunday, friends, wherever your path today may take you... whether close to home or far from it.