Wednesday
Nov082006
little treasures I hold in the palm of my hand
I am home. with a renewed sense of identity, curly hair and a deeper love for my family. and little treasures I hold in the palm of my hand. the smell of rosemary and fresh lavender, new Converse shoes, fond memories. and the sparkle in the eyes of Sean and Will's grandparents.
I am home. and you know how this is. everything looks the same. yet everything feels different.
Reader Comments (21)
Welcome home, Irene!
oh yes, i've had those experiences. everything on the outside is the same, it doesn't look any different than it did when i left, but inside, inside me, everything has changed and i'm not who i was before.
glad to have you home...
welcome home!