As many of you will have noticed, there was no blog yesterday.
That’s because it was a zoo around here! Two big trucks were unloaded. A forklift zipped back and forth, all day long. Willing hands lifted and carried–it was a flurry of activity. The place was full of friends and family–from a little baby, not even walking yet, to a beloved aunt in her eighties! One of the many reasons I came home–for these people, who love me enough to drive U-Hauls and semis, to load and unload.
Last night, I slept in my own bed. What a blessing.
This morning, as I write, the sun is rising over the pine trees and the mountains across the way.
I have come home, in so many ways, simple and profound.
Today, workers will begin setting posts for the big back yard fence. My dogs and kitties will have a safe place to run. They will arrive this weekend sometime, and my little family will be complete again.
I know I will write many wonderful books in this house. I will laugh here, and cry here. I will love and be loved. I will put my roots down deep.
I have come home.
