What an amazing word that is. Though I have moved away (to the far off land of NWA), coming home means home home. Home, Hot Springs, home. Home, family, home. Dogs, home. Big bedroom, home. Christmas tree, home.
I got home last night, ate dinner with my daddy, then watched my mom bowl on her league. Her team won the second quarter of the year and had to play the first quarter winners to be the winners of the first half. They were going strong, but by the time they got to game 5 and 6, they were worn out and lost. Oh well.
Today we are running around town. Signing up at the gym (gotta get ready to fit in that wedding dress!), Hobby Lobby, meeting with the DJ, and I might head to OBU tonight to see some friends. Gotta get in all the friend time I can. That time is precious.
So, I’m off for a busy busy day. But at least I’m home.