I'm sitting at the kitchen table at my sister's house. My kids are playing with my nephews. I saw my parents last night and it is good to be surrounded by family. I was disappointed about not going to camp, but that feeling is fading as I watch it pour outside.
I slept pretty good last night, mostly because I was driving since 4:30 the morning before. But as I drifted off the sleep and when I woke up this morning, my thoughts were of the man who is so far away.
It makes me a little sad. If he is not with me, as am I really home?
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