Monday, August 21, 2006

revised posting

It feels good to be home. It feels good to be held in my husband's arms. It feels good to have my face licked by my dog and to feel the soft fur of my cats as they wind themselves into figure 8's around my ankles.

And so tonight I'll pour myself a glass of wine and make a toast.

To new beginnings.

because it
to be home.


Loralee Choate said...

Now to the important question...what kind of wine?


Jessie said...

a very nice shiraz cabernet that my sister gave us as a house-warming present. it was good until my cat spilled almost an entire glass over my keyboard. the keyboard got stickier and stickier until it didn't work anymore.

well, i lost a glass of wine, but gained a new keyboard. ya win some, ya lose some.

i woke up with a headache. it's probably a good thing i didn't drink what was spilled.

bee said...

it IS good to be home. and i'm glad you are so philosophical about losing a keyboard - it is just a thing, anyway, and vinny, anu and kitties (ie: home) are the important thing anyway...

Tammy said...

Home is where the heart is :)

Anonymous said...

TO NEW BEGINNINGS! and new friendships! ;)


swampgrrl said...

sounds like you returned home safe after your emotional odyssey!

cheers to new beginnings!

Jamie said...

What a yummy poem! It feels like home! And it even feels like the wine is somewhere there in the middle.