Tonight, I had the opportunity to go hear my alma mater's choir (of which Jerry and I were a part years ago). I try to make it to one of their local concerts when they tour every year, as they are truly wonderful. It's always such a thrill to hear them sing, and of course, it takes me back to "the good old days." The days of meeting my hubby (oh the joys of falling in love!), singing day in and day out (to my heart's delight), having nobody to look after or care for but myself, spending time with my friends as often as I'd like. Carefree, fun days. It's hard not to get nostalgic.
But when I walked in the door tonight to my little boys and big one too, and heard those sweet voices cry, "Mommy's home!," I was reminded again that there's simply no place I'd rather be.
Home is where my heart is.