when i pulled into my driveway about a week ago my whole body seemed to relax. there's an anticipation that takes over as i pull off of prospect and onto faye lane. but the scent of salt water and the sight of that big blue enigma we call the pacific aren't the best parts. the best part of home is how every time i come back my whole family (daisy included!) rushes out the front door to greet me. i'm not sure i can explain what it's like to have this kind of unconditional love.
my mom always makes sure to have a mark special waiting hot on the kitchen table. tyler cracks some stupid joke that makes me giggle. dad helps unload the car and all the while daisy jumps around barking as if nothing could make her happier. there's something so comforting to be welcomed home. i am always welcome in my home. no matter my decisions, no matter my mistakes. and then just when i think the house and my heart will burst with the wonder of it all, in walks matty and oliver! and those boys (well, i guess men now) they love me and they protect me. they're the big brothers i always needed.
so i don't know if you know this delightful joy that is the "welcome" but i hope you do because there is nothing more gooey! and gooey is what we're always shooting for!
