i remember a particularly nice phone conversation on friday morning,

laughter with the knittah’s on saturday,

the smiles my kids brought to my face,

the smell of outdoor bbq in january (courtesy of papa)

but,

i can honestly say

that i’m not quite sure where all the minutes that

made up this holiday weekend

have gone to.

what i do know is this:

being welcomed home by the warmth of familiarity

and the feeling of utter comfort that starts way down in the pit of my stomach,

never, ever, gets old for me.

‘comfort’ taken from 23:4 of the psalms.