Like the Best Thing Ever

Going home is like the best thing ever.  The smell of your Momma.  The bear hug from your Daddy.  Going to church with your sister.  Meeting her new friend.  Who sings quite awesomely. 

The drive is the best.  Singing as loudly as you like, listening to sermons on CD, sipping on coffee that is milky white.  Trying not to hit all the motocycles that are headed to Bikes, Blues, and BBQ.

Shopping in antique stores and flea markets, searching for the perfect photography props.  Finding something akin to what you have been searching for, for quite a long time.  The grin that breaks out when you realize you may have to stalk a lady with a newborn just so you can put it to the test.

And then there is your Mom's cooking.  Homemade chocolate cake, spinach salad with warm bacon dressing, spaghetti carbonara frittata, cornmeal crusted oven fried chicken, roast, carrots, mashed potatoes, gravy, homemade yeast crescent rolls, buttered up french bread, cinnamon monkey bread, homemade blackberry cheesecake, sweet tea, coffee, bacon and eggs, corn casserole, seven layer salad, roasted vegetable and ham soup...my tastebuds will never forget.

Attending a church and denomination you have never visited.  Worshiping the same Redeeming Savior.  Remembering once again that those in Christ are unified, not divided.

Seeing an old high school friend.  Gazing at her three year old daughter.  Wondering where the last 15 years went.  Wondering how fast the next 15 will go.  Smiling as your friend's hug felt as good as ever.

Capturing three different families by camera on a single day.  Marveling at how God weaves his story line through generations.  Laughing at how kids can totally resemble their mothers and fathers.

Going home is like the best thing ever.  Walking into a clean and picked up house.  Nuzzling your husband's scruffy face.  Getting down and hugging your boys who are ecstatic about seeing you.

Thankful that home can be more than one place.