It is a lovely morning in northeast Indiana...the night temperatures dropped into the 50's. I could feel the chill in the night as I reached for an extra blanket...
When I return from my summers with Philip, I notice the change in geography. My neighborhood is green with trees and flourishing gardens..my own garden, well tended by Aaron, is in good shape with black eyed Susies blooming and lilies. New raspberry buds have formed giving me the impression that October will bring a healthy crop.
The old house is aired out...it welcomed me home with my stores of treasures gathered from my own travels..my own own.
Neighborhood friends, school friends, family have welcomed me back as the prodigal daughter..just gone for a while.
But, oh, how I miss Him. I miss our conversations...I miss touching his shoulder as we pass...I miss breakfast and late nights on the Pizer.
But for now...I'll wrap up in my sweatshirt with my hot coffee in hand..sit on my own pizer and just think.
Lou Ann Homan is a writer, teacher, and storyteller who lives in Northern Indiana, but spends her summers on Ocracoke Island. She is available for writing seminars, storytelling, and speaking engagements. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can read more at www.louannhoman.com