You know, early in the pre-dawn, when I hear your boots on the porch, your key in the door, the creaking as it opens...I smile - even half awake...because I'm happy you are home. Even though it means you'll be on the other side of the wall - sitting on the couch, having a "night cap" and winding down before you head off to sleep. Because even when you aren't right beside me - your presence fills a space in this home. And it doesn't feel completely right unless you are inhabiting it.
This is our home...but it is just a place. Most assuredly, our true home has been built in the space surrounding our hearts....and we reside within it.