Home. It is sweet ....

Although the combination of too much wine the night before, a flight, and perhaps the crazy weather in Calgary left me with the worst head-ache that I have had in years my first day home yesterday was ... homey. Home in the way that home should be. That feeling that you are in the place that is safest and most comfortable in your world.
Home was seeing my brother pull up at the airport and realizing that maximum effort to engage still results in minimal sharing, meaning nothing had changed there. Home was, as silly as this is, seeing my fly-girl (my car)and flying her down roads that I know like the feel of a waffle cone in my hand. Home was talking to Kirst on the phone and saying "what are we doing? I am coming over!", and then having to call her half way there because I felt like I was about to burst with excitement and needed to let a little out "I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU SO SOON!!" Home was seeing a little Tayah face pressed up against the screen beside the door waiting for me to come. Home was my Jameson looking me in eye with his big blue melt-your-heart-machines and breaking out a smile behind his soother. Home was having little wonders on my lap, holding my hand, calling me, cuddling up to me, and tickling my face with their soft blond tops. Home was hugging Kirst. Home was the number of time that Kirst proved to me that she still knows me better than anyone and being oh so fine with calling me on stuff in her sweet way. Home was eating my brother's food. Home was hugging Tree and getting magical and always meaningful little surprises. Home was feeling the stress in my heart calm as Tree helped put it ALL in perspective. Home was sitting on her couch drinking tea while her new man arched his back and head to keep an eye on me from the floor. Home was a bath with music and my childhood bed. Home is safe. Home nurtures me and fills me. How am I going to leave home again?