Travel and Change
We are sitting at the gate at the Houston Hobby Airport. Our flight to Phoenix is going to leave thirty five minutes late at 11:15 pm. We will arrive in Phoenix in about two hours and forty minutes. Then we have a two hour drive to home. It will either be a late night or an early morning. When we arrived tonight we were going through security and they discovered my metal thermos water bottle. They made me go back out to the entrance and empty it and then go back through the security again. Such is travel, it changes a lot.
We had a nice visit with Lou Ann’s family and now it is time to be back home again. The John Denver song is ringing in my memory. “Hey It’s Good to be back home again.” We live in a forty four year old house at the top of a hill. We have been there almost five years. It feels like we have been there a long time. It has become home. ” Sometimes our old house feels like a long lost friend!” A paraphrase of the aforementioned song. Here are my two favorite verses:
“Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
And feel your fingers feather soft upon me
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that living with you brings me
It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
It’s the little things that make a house a home
Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove
The light in your eyes that makes me warm”
Living and traveling with Lou Ann is the sweetest thing I know of. And it is all the little things that she does in our life that makes it so sweet. So, tonight when we finally lay down in our bed next to each other. I will experience the “kisses that I live for”, “the light in her eyes that makes me warm and totally feel “the happiness that living with her brings me.”
I wish for the whole world to feel that loved. Not only by another but by oneself as well. We all go through a lot of travel and change. May your travel enchant your heart, and may the changes awaken your spirit, and may you find a love that makes you warm! From my filled up heart to yours, Thomas
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