The first day of the rest of my life. Driving home last night, the first 20 miles stretched like I was escaping gravity. Once I got past Williamsburg, the time flew by as anticipation built.
Arriving home, I caught my wife asleep on the couch and boys tucked warmly into their bed. I gave each a kiss, before we retired to the bed. I lay there reflecting, the house quiet except the noise of sleep and the wind. It's good to be home. I have been blessed with an amazing family.
This morning, Logan is sick, so he is resting on the couch. Tara had let me sleep in, so Cole jumped in bed with me and gave me a big hug to wake me up. After a breakfast, we unpacked the car which was ladened like a pack mule. If it was a mule, I am sure it would be panting from all the miles of the last several months.
Cole helped me unpack the boxes and bags, examining each thing as if it was a present on Christmas day. When he got to the tie-dyed Star Wars shirt they gave me on Fathers Day a few years ago, he told me I had to always keep it. He has one as well.
Now I sit at the computer, reading comments and emails from friends, warm wishes for the road ahead. My family extends well beyond the bounds of my home, my city and even this country. The first day of the rest of my life, and it feels good to know I do not travel alone.
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. ~Dodie Smith
Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted. ~Paul Pearshall