Day one of this blog and I sit at my laptop looking for something profound to say, when Bella says to me "I'm happy that I am home". She says this every day. Many times I reply absentmindedly that I too am happy to be home. But today, I stopped to think about what she was saying and the weight that her statement carried. Frankly, not everyone has a home to return to. Or , they do have a home but dread having to come back to it when the day ends. Me? Well my dears, I belonged to that latter group for many years. My stomach would clench when I'd pull into the driveway, knowing that the only goodness inside that house was the girl. But now, now.... coming home is peaceful. It is a haven. It is where although many days have their share of frustration and crankiness, even more have joy, and laughing, and dancing. We are blessed, to say the least, because we have each other. Let's breathe a collective sigh of relief for the girl and I, shall we? Ahhhhhh.....
Such words were not uttered to me before by Bella. She didn't say this years ago. She didn't even say it 6 months ago. But she says it now. Everyday. And I couldn't be happier. :)
You know what, Bells? I'm happy that we're home too, baby. :)
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