Home

He's home.

The bed that was too big last week is suddenly so much smaller.

The house that was blissfully quiet is loud again. There are too many voices.

3 was the magic number. 4 seems crowded.

But he's home. 

He's exhausted. 4 weeks of hospital nights have taken their toll.

His breath comes in shallow snorts, marking the passing of the evening as he sleeps deeply.

But he's home.

After almost 7 years of marriage and 13 years together, being apart was tough.

But surprisingly refreshing.

It was a reminder. To count my blessings. To hold my soulmate tight. To remember what I love about him. Why I love him.

And I do. I truly do.

Home truly is where the heart is.