Are We Home?

My husband and I just spent a few days on the West Coast..seeing the sights, listening as Rich relived his childhood street-by-street, visting his family that had long passed and spending a few days with our sons (and our son's family). Our sons in California are my husband's through DNA and mine through sheer luck! I was fortunate enough to be a big part of  B's life and raising since he was 8 - he's now 21. I met 'N' (he's 26) a few years ago; we have a dance-relationship where we take a few shaky steps forward then a few back, all in the hope of finding just the right tempo...perfect dance step..for us.

I watched my husband come alive to the Long Beach environment, the Cali-driving, and the kids. It was all good for his soul. Once our plane took off from LAX I saw the sadness in his eyes; the look of leaving behind his beginning, his children, his sister, his nephew, the graves of his Granny and his Brother. He was leaving flesh and blood and the parts of life that made him who he is today.

As the wheels of the plane went up I asked my husband, "Does it feel like you are leaving home or going home"? He looked at me and said. "I'm going home, but I miss my kids".