Sitting on the glider, talking with my mom. Shopping with my mom. Looking at old slides with family. Swimming, canoeing, boating, BBQing, and getting sunburned at my sister’s cabin with as many children parents siblings in-laws cousins nephews and nieces as possible. Eagles! Seeing the old familiar places. Wondering how many old but not familiar faces I’m seeing and not recognizing.
It’s good to be home.
(And, in a little over a week, it will be good to be home again.)