i wake and i feel the pull of home
and think about the long day ahead
my heart is full, and i think
i must come up with another way to say it
for i have overused that phrase
over the last few days
the three of us laugh on the plane
we sleep and read, watch movies
each of us savoring inside what the days behind us meant
we say our last goodbyes, more hugs, more heart tugs,
i am wiped out i think. . .
i come home to an empty house (Basil is fishing with the boys)
which makes me so happy
and i wonder. . .
how did i come to be so blessed?
i am not questioning it right now but just going to take it all in
with gratitude . . .
and a full heart