There's no place like home. I was so grateful this week for a safe arrival home. As simple as the word is, it contains the whole world for me. The greatest blessing of my week was to be back around my table, back in my husband's bed, back in our prayer circle, and even back at the stove and the washer and the sink. The other day I grinned as David said, "We have the perfect pumpkin house." Indeed. And it is so like him, (so nostalgic and so charming) to buy a house that, despite its flaws, would be perfect for pumpkins. I love this house with its pumpkin wall and especially the darlings inside it who make my homecomings the sweetest joy of my life. I am so happy to be home.