This Saturday found me being welcomed home and welcoming the two people I love most in the world home. Both of these things reminded me that there really is no place like home.
As I chronicled in an earlier blog post today, I returned “home” to the trails in Cherokee Park, where I ran for the first time since last December. There absolutely was nothing better I could for myself today than to take full advantage of the blue skies, sunshine, light breeze, and warm weather to spend time running along the trails and taking in all of the sights, sounds, and scents offered up by the fauna & flora and inhabitants of the woods. This six-mile trail run pushed my body to its limits and left it sore in a good way, cleared my mind of the mental clutter and left it at peace, released any lingering negative emotions and left me feeling happy and content, and connected me with God in ways I cannot fully explain and left me spiritually nourished. It was simply sublime, and I am so very grateful that I took the time to do this for myself. I have missed trail running immensely, and I definitely will hit the trails again very soon.
The afternoon ended with me welcoming my two daughters home from spring break with their dad. I missed them dearly, but I was to happy and thankful that they had the opportunity to have some fun in the sun with their dad and their friends. Because of our custody arrangement, the girls are supposed to be with their dad this weekend, but because their dad and I strive to do what is in their best interest and ours, as well, the girls are tucked in their beds sleeping soundly here in my home.
I knew that their dad would be exhausted after driving nearly 12 hours home, and I also know what it’s like to return home from vacation with no food in the refrigerator, phone messages, mail, and e-mails to wade through, clothes to unpack and wash, and all of the other things that make the return to reality a harsh one. So, I offered to have the girls spend the night with me to give their dad time to unpack and unwind and to allow me the time to indulge in the girls’ tales from the beach and overindulge in their hugs, kisses, and cuddles. Their dad graciously took me up on my offer, and it was a welcome home indeed.
Just one thing each day . . .
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