Honey, I'm Home

Each night, it might as well be like the Cleaver residence at our house.  Rick rings the buzzer when he gets home from work, I open the door and we give each other a hug and kiss before the kids excitedly bombard him with giddy affection…”daddy’s home!”

I am glad Rick often does not bring a key with him because it is this tradition of opening the door for him that is special.  It is always exciting to see him after a long day apart and it gives us a few moments to just be us. 

Us.  I love being us.  Like a woman once said to my mother in a conversation, “home is where the heart is and my heart is with my husband.”  I can echo these words…to the man who works hard to give us a home.  To the man who accepts me unconditionally and has never made me feel I need to be anybody besides myself. 

Home is where the heart is and my heart is with Rick!

 

Happy weekend all… and wherever your home is, enjoy it!:)

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5 Responses to Honey, I'm Home

  1. Megha says:

    How sweet! That is so important to have together time, especially when you’re in competition with 3 little ones :)

  2. I agree. although I have to consciously remind myself to greet Pat. Many days does not happen in the blur of activity! I would definitely be better if I had to go and answer the door myself! Good to be intentional!

  3. bchallies says:

    Leave it to Beaver days and ways were good!

  4. Miriam says:

    I love those days when I’m home when Daniel gets home from work. Because of my teaching schedule, that rarely happens, but I love when it does (he does too).

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