There is a certain sweetness about going home. The longing can only be eased by returning. A reunion of love. My heart beholds each tender moment:
The way my dad’s smile forms face wrinkles. Life lived stress, creases facial lines differently when he sees me.
The tight embrace from the one that learned to hug (He got an A+).
My mother’s ballerina dance.
Best Buddy’s laugh, echoing in my heart.
Sister’s video singing, Funk you up (Yes, it’s funk).
Niece and Nephew conversations.
Cupping young woman’s face, whispering, “Don’t let a man define who you are. You are beautiful my love.”
Goodbyes and promises to return. Each moment a preciousness of it’s own. Each one, a heart treasure of going home.
On the plane, heart now longing the one I love in Colorado. I hold memories of going home, close to the heart. Knowing someday, I will live without longing.