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!:)