Home Sweet Home

We just returned from the Dallas Fort Worth area where our daughter, Susannah, and her husband live.  It was a tiresome 13.5 hour trip there and back plus we took our dogs, Emma and Winston so we could not stop and take a much needed rest.  To say we were exhausted is not an exaggeration.

We came home to our empty nest home.  We do love Susannah's home in Mansfield-- it's the perfect size (almot 2000 square feet); it's fairly new (only 10 years and it has a wonderful modest garden that could be mowed in record time.  We're rambling around in an unneeded 4 bedroom that is going on 40 years old with a yardful of hickory trees with falling nuts that make mowing a disaster when Autumn comes.

Emma and Winston, our dogs, didn't notice that our house seems decrepit and in dire need of Extreme  Makeover Home Edition and Ty Pennington's help.  From a dead sleep, they raced out of the car and started chasing some uppity squirrels.  They headed for the doggy door and went racing the entire length of the house joyfully before collapsing in their beds (that's another story).  They didn't notice the unused house smell and start burning candles immediately.  Nor did they notice that the shrubs are looking unsightly and put that on their mental "to do" list.  They didn't seem to worry that the house will need repainting soon or start to plan to rake the leaves that had covered the walkway in our absence.  They just knew we were home, settled down immediately and started snoring.

Sometimes I wish that I could have the simple life along with the disposition of my sweet, sweet dogs.  Maybe, I just needed a lesson in my outlook.

Thank you, God, for being able to visit with my wonderful daughter, brilliant son in law and smart grandchild.   Thank you for bringing us back safely to our home, sweet home.