Coming home.

My husband is coming home Saturday , needless to say I am excited . I am excited that he wants to come home , I am excited my children are ready for him to come home , and I am thankful that I want him to come home . Coming home has so many wonderful meanings . When I was a little girl , my sister went off to college , I was devastated . We were so close . Whenever I heard she was coming home I could not wait . She was special to me and I loved her dearly . As time passed , my brother went to college , we were very close . He went further away so he came home less . I remember the day I went off to college , I can still see my daddy standing in the driveway , his head tucked , his shoulders low . He just couldn't make the ride to take me to college , my mom was left to do it . Whenever I came home for the weekend my favorite supper was ready , my room was fresh , and always , always there was someone waiting to greet me . I am driving down to pick up my husband . I am sure the drive will seem long as I can't wait to see him . My heart will beat faster . I will find myself dreaming about that first hug he will give me . I will enjoy looking into his eyes as he talks . We made our home some 20 years ago . Of course , life can offer many changes and detours , but the draw of coming home has never changed for me . When I see Bo Saturday , it won't be on our front porch , it will be in the apartment he has stayed the last four months . It won't be familiar to me . I haven't sat on the couch , but it will be home , because the man I fell in love with a long time ago will be waiting for me . He will be looking for me . His bags will be packed waiting for me . His heart will beat alittle faster when he sees me . He will wrap his big arms around me and then , right right , we will be home . We are coming home .