Welcome home

Come home, my darlings, your key still fits the lock. The familiar aroma of hot apple pie scented candles & baking bread is still here to welcome you, to draw you in.

The house is warm, the love of your mother is still here to comfort your skinned knee or troubled heart. The joys that filled your heart is still here so happy to greet your own little ones when they happen along. 

Please remember to take your shoes off at the door so as to keep the critters outside the house.

We shall bake the bread, roast the chicken, place the flowers in a vase next to whatever bed you decide to sleep in. The memories of the beloved family dog, the pet birds who flew free, are still here waiting to be experienced again. If you are late, forgot to call, there will be no scolding. You're an adult, now.

Your father has chopped enough wood to keep the hearth warm, burning all night or at least until we tire then go to bed. He works hard all day, just as he always has, to support the family. Then he comes home to chop the wood then help with setting the table. People might say that the mother is the heart of the home, the father of the home holds her heart in his capable hands. His love, his obvious respect for her shines in his eyes.

After dinner, we can sit in the family room to converse, catch up, enjoy each other's company. We shall reap the rewards of close family ties. 

We might go on a walk together as a family, weather permitting.

After weathering the storms of the scraped knees & then the turbulent teenage years. The transitions from child to real adulthood. Being of adult age is entirely different from being self-supporting at adult age. 

Knowing that you have achieved this is a parent's happiness.

Well done, you!

The time was sweet, wasn't it?

There is so much value, so much to be said for the family ties that bind us all together when there is love, respect, loyalty between us to each other.

Welcome home.

It was lovely to see you.

Drive safely, my darling.

Come back again soon.

We love you.