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Don't you love homecomings?  I had one today.
Emma and Mary, ages 12 and 13, stalked my car to see who could touch me first when I opened the door.
"I missed your coffee," said Mom Dot, my mother in law, delivering a hug.
"Oh, Mommy, I am so glad you're home," said Emma. That made me feel good.  "We have been out of milk for two days.  And yesterday I had frozen casserole for lunch and dinner."
Captain Fun embraced me, kissed me, said I was a rock star. 
"Did you notice I took out the trash?" asked Ben, 15.
And Dorothy, my six year old who had been with me all week in Vermont, begged for a spot on my lap during family devotions, after which I cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry, swept the floor, cleaned out the fridge, and took some steaks out to thaw for a real dinner tomorrow night.
In my younger years I would have gone on a rant (to which no one would have listened) about all the work I do and why it should still get done even when I am not here to do it.  But  the older I get, the less I mind being needed for the many roles I play. 
"Where no oxen are, the crib is clean," Proverbs 14:4 says, "but much increase comes by the strength of the ox."  That verse always makes me chuckle when I think of my kids--where no kids are, the house is clean.
Family life might be messy (when I'm away it's really messy) but I'll take it. I returned refreshed, ready for the hugs, the work, and everything else that awaited me. 
It's a good thing.  Those homecomings can be a lot of work.

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Leslie (Daniels) Cawley on Sunday, February 27, 2011 1:00 PM
Margie, I understand about homecomings, when Phil was in the Navy we had many! And when Joshua had to move away from home and into his own housing, well homecoming has a special meaning every Sunday now! Hard to believe he will be 20 this year! And Zachary is 19 in September. Geesh time does fly!! Ihave a blog on Word press and am on twitter under the nickname authorlady. Catch sometime.
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Margie on Monday, February 28, 2011 5:36 AM
Leslie, I remember when they were preschoolers! You are right about the time--it flies!

Debbie Riley on Monday, February 28, 2011 3:18 AM
Homecoming after the kids are all grown up and you return to an empty house: Me - YELLING to house as I come through door - "I'M HOME IF ANYONE EVEN CARES!" Enjoy those days Margie - they don't last forever!
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Margie on Monday, February 28, 2011 5:38 AM
I can see you doing that, Debbie. How funny! And I will heed your advice...trying, anyway! Margie

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