I recently spent a couple of days with two of my girls in Minot, N.D.
William stayed back, so we were away from each other for about three nights. Although I enjoyed my time with the girls immensely, by the time I saw William, I was really ready to see him again.
So why is it that I couldn’t wait to see him, give him a hug and a kiss, and just spend time with him after such a short period of time?
I was talking with the girls, when we were together, about home and where home is to them. We came to the conclusion that home is not a place, but home is who you are with. And I believe that is where I found my answer to the above question.
William is home for me. We have moved around a couple of times in the last few years, and each place is home because he is with me.
Over the years we have had to work through many struggles in our lives, but the thing is, we stuck it out and worked through them. We have both had to give and take, compromise and learn to work with our strengths, instead of fighting against our differences.
I’m not saying we have it all together, or that we don’t argue, or don’t have to keep working on our relationship, because we do all the time. We never stop talking and figuring out how we can make our lives together better.
We are home for each other. It doesn’t matter where we live, what house we are in, and whether it’s big or small, new or old. What matters is that there is no other person I am completely myself and at home with.