Mark picked her up from the airport at 5:20 this afternoon, just one day shy of three weeks from her departure. We're glad to have her back, our Pocket. She's glad to be home, as she is no longer needed far away. Because everyone is back home in their proper places, and all is on its way to being well, slow but sure.
She's going to live here with us for a while, the roommate and the accompanying apartment having fallen through while she was gone.
As her belongings trickle in, I am surprised to note that rather than feel smaller, the house feels larger to me, as though its walls had collapsed inward when our children moved out. But now, with her return, they have resumed their full, healthy scale. Expanded by the sound of her voice on the phone upstairs, made larger by the water running in the less used bathroom, made warmer by the sound of a lighter touch on the stairs, and made more familiar by a good night hug and kiss.
Right now, she is sleeping. Breathing deep dreams in the room of her girlhood.
A true home coming, for us all.
OHHHHHHH.....been there, done that a few times since we have four kids! Glad you are happy to hear that water running again!
Posted by: PaperCutting Kind of day | August 08, 2008 at 03:19 AM