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  After four weeks away and four lifetimes worth of wild weather we sailed safely into home port yesterday afternoon. Jim spent the afternoon unpacking and repacking tools and took a grandson along for a trip into the shop. He came home with funny stories about the boy who was amazed that his Granddad would buy him Root Beer. Decklyn doesn’t care for soda pop but when Granddad offered him a cold drink he was surprised that he actually liked the taste. "Are you sure it’s okay with my Mom that you let me drink BEER?" he asked. It took a long explanation about the difference that ROOT makes to BEER.

I spent the afternoon in the shade of the yard next door visiting with my parents, two siblings, a niece, a nephew, and one daughter. My Daddy suffers with Alzheimer’s and he kept asking where we had been. He always remembers when we answer then says, "Well, I’m glad you’re home!"

I can’t stay for long this morning because of all the laundry, groceries and unpacking to take care of. We’re taking another day trip out to the little town on the plains tomorrow so Jim can tie up loose ends but we hope it will only be a day. Then the long weekend is filled with family to reconnect with.

Here at my desk at home I hear the familiar patter of little feet on the stairs and a curly headed, sleepy eyed boy dressed in a nightshirt has just crawled up into my arms. It’s an old tradition from the days when Decklyn first learned to walk. This boy is overjoyed to find me home this morning and I’m glad to find me home too.