My brain is wired to remember quotes, phrases, scenes from movies/tv shows and so on. I have had issues with Math and Science however I remember driving directions by sights and feelings, I can remember a phone number or address after hearing it once. So you can imagine what it must be like for my neurons and however the heck all that works.
Growing up we read lots of books and listened to lots of songs, all that remain dear to my heart. Some of which I have remembered two or three specific phrases more than others and morphed them into one to suit my short term memory. We had great vacations growing up as well, and I remember no matter what the vacation was I was always excited to be back home. Home. A place I long to be, somewhere that has transformed over my years and now is more of a who than a what, as far as the people in my life that make me feel home, we just so happen to be blessed actually have a where too.
So tonight after a long 48 hours away from, I get to return to my Home. Of course I am thrilled to see my husband and he happened to have a delicious dinner ready to consume the second I walked through the door. But to be greeted by my dogs makes me feel home too. Their sweetness surrounds me and tails wagging, jumping bodies of excitement, I can tell that they missed me by their extra energy and they are happy to have both of us home. All the dog hair, muddy feet, and crazy energy is worth it because they are a part of our family, a part of my home.