When my plane finally touched down late this afternoon, I had never been so glad to be home. I love my people and I don’t like being away from them, no matter how fun it may be to sit in a small, windowless room in a hotel for three days.
I was waiting by the curb for P to pick me up and when I saw his truck come around the corner, my heart flipped just a little bit. I jumped in and there was Caroline sitting there holding a beautiful pot filled with snapdragons saying, “Here’s your treat, Mama. We missed you so much. Did you bring me some dubble bum (bubble gum)?” And at that moment my heart was so full that I’d have given her a 1,000 packs of Bubblicious if I’d had it. There is no place like home. There are no people like the people you love.