There’s something special about being home.
On a FaceTime call, Dan said, I miss you, but I’m glad we’re home.
I totally understood.
After two weeks away in three locations.
With three boys under four.
They were finally back in familiar spaces.
With predictable schedules.
Dependable helpers.
No more coordination in other people’s houses.
Around rules.
Time frames.
Who will take which child? When?
So one or both of them can work.
Though I was thrilled to see them,
gave high praise for how they roam,
I renewed belief in Dorothy’s words:
There’s no place like home.
Lynn Benjamin
April 25, 2023
