Five-Minute Friday....HOME

Home is it.

Today home is a cozy winter day.  Rain drizzling outside, a fire crackling in the fireplace, a roast in the crockpot, coffee in my cup, and the murmur of the tv from the living room where the Man is happily playing on his laptop.

Home isn't always this way.  Some days it's texts from the girls.  This one's kid is throwing up, that one's dog is sick.  It could be a text from one of the boys.  Maybe a report that the girl standing next to him in airborne school is named Bertha...a throwback to a very different time indeed.

Sometimes home is a breezy spring morning sitting outside on the swing talking on the phone to my most highly favored cousin or my baby sister.  Laundry is blowing on the clothesline, later to be made into a bed smelling of fresh air and sunshine.

Home is here.  Home is now.  It's a memory.  It's a dream.  Home is everything.  It's as good as it ever gets.