I don't care if I'm coming home from the beach, Springfield, Little Rock, or some other location, once I get about thirty miles out my foot is a little bit heavier on the accelerator. Once I cross that Newton County line my breathing gets a little bit calmer and a peace settles over my heart. I know my subconscious is secretly hoping I'll walk in the door and I'll be wrapped in a bear hug like so many times before, but I'll walk in and find five wiggle butts. They'll all be at the door wagging their tails so hard it's almost impossible to imagine their backsides are attached to their front paws. Then they'll start jumping and whining and I'll have to bend down to give pats then the kisses start. All five at once. Lots of kisses and I'll have to smile. I don't know if the smile is for me or them, but it's a good reminder that home is where love is and it comes in so many forms.
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