One thing out of a million things that I look forward to when coming home is the drive down the lane to my parent's home. The ever-changing rice fields, the pomegranate tree, the walk to the front door, the smell of home, the decor my mother has added for the season, and then my mother's embrace.
Home. Catching up with my brothers, sister in laws, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, and especially my nieces and nephews. My brother Mat picked me up at the airport, he drove three hours and then three hours again. That is love.
Home for one month. Where every single moment counts as one hundred years. I plan to soak up every drop.
If you happen to be in Willows please let me know, I would enjoy meeting you.