He's Back!

When I got up this morning, I found dishes in the sink because someone had a late night snack last night.  

There was a laptop computer sitting on the couch plugged in and charging that wasn't there yesterday morning, 

and there was a basket of laundry sitting in the laundry room. 

These things made me smile.  Why?  Because all of these things mean that my older son is home from college for Thanksgiving break.  I'm glad to see him and so glad to have him home.

This picture is an older one of my son and me, but I like it.

 

I wrote a poem about him coming home.  It is partly based on how I used to feel when I was in college and got to come home on break and partly written to portray how I would imagine (and hope) that my son feels.

 Homecoming

Coming up the driveway, I sigh and smile.

The trip back was through a storm.

I haven't been here in quite a while.

It's good to be back, escape from the dorm. 

Maple leaves have been raked to the street,
just the place where they should be.
The kitchen smells of cinnamon rolls. Sweet!
It has all been waiting here, waiting for me.

Where ever I go, I get hugs and a grin.
It's so good, so good to be home again.
Family and friends are all around.
It feels so good to be back in town.

Little brother looks taller to me,
but Mom and Dad look just the same.
Right now, I can't think of a better place to be.
They know me here. They share my name.

Soon we'll have turkey and perhaps some ham,
potatoes and gravy, biscuits and jam.
We'll share a prayer.  Thanksgiving Grace.
It's so good to be home.  There's no better place.