Home Sweet Home

Somehow it feels good to be home. Despite the fact that Herman, Tristan and Marinda are sick. Hermans ulcerative colitis is taking a turn for the worse, Tristan is "school sick", and Marinda seems to be heading toward a nice batch of the flu.
And yet, it's nice to be home.
Maybe it's because it feels good to be needed. Needed for remembering not to put butter on Marinda's bread. Needed to pick up the phone and hear the details of a day. Needed to sympathize with aches and pains. Needed to cook and clean. And needed to be me.... plain simple naggy old me; imperfect, impatient, restless old me.
Somehow, I can't be missed, and I can't help but feel grateful because of it!

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