Christa is drifting off to sleep in the bedroom.  Anna and Sarah have been in their respective dream states for some time now.  I am in the living room tapping away at the laptop.

All is suddenly right with the world.

It’s good when home is home and that’s where you and your family all are.  Last week is over and I’m ready to start a new one.  Clean the slate and begin again.  Tonight Christa mentioned the grace of having memories that our minds can find refuge in (especially in difficult times when we need them most.)  I think these memories are a gift that fuels the fire of our optimism for tomorrow. 

Today’s memory was the innate joy on Sarah’s face as she hugged Christa after their "long" (one-week) separation.  (Hey, when you are just a little over 152 weeks old, one week holds a little more significance.)    She was beaming with love and remembrance and new-found appreciation.  She was ecstatic.  I’ve never seen that exact emotion on her cute little three-year-old face.  I may never see the precise expression duplicated or recreated; but that’s OK because it’s been burned into my mind.  It’s there now and I won’t soon forget it.

It will forever remind me what it means to come home…sweet home.