When I came home, I felt a definite loss of air in my 'joy balloon'. Coming home meant my sweet husband and warm bed and much healthier eating, to be sure. It also meant several hundred miles between those wonderful people and months before I would be able to laugh and love with them again. And I started thinking about the song from the musical "Wicked" that has always touched me deeply. One of my favorite lines goes like this:
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
And I pray that the handprints I am leaving are ones that translate to love.