One from Florida, one from North Carolina and one from Virginia. We all spent yesterday morning flying in. Within five minutes of each other we were hugging our mother at the baggage claim. There are six of us all together. My three sisters and my two brothers. We came to welcome our parents home from Korea where they spent 18 months as missionaries. We froze our toes on rainy temple grounds then hit a few old favorite spots.
That was yesterday, in Salt Lake City.
This morning, I woke up in Provo.
I spent all of junior high, high school, and college in Provo. It was always home. I wheezed (that darn altitude adjustment) my way up the hill for a quick morning run. I ran up to our old house. Long sold and landscaped. All day, until lunch, I didn't run into anyone I knew from those school days. Everyone seemed so young and unfamiliar everywhere we went.
But despite it all it was easy to feel at home.
In the laughter after Mom's declaration that "Asparagus" (Aquarius) was her astrological sign. In brother Ben and wife Olivia's news of an imminent move to NC! Holding sister hands. Crammed in one bathroom swapping beauty secrets. Chatter about brother Jacob's date tonight. Adult only dinners out. Eli's eyebrow. The instant comfort of blood-related company.
And in my mother-mind that never rests no matter the miles apart, the five I left at home to tend the garden, the coop, the cottage, and the four mini siblings, made by Dr. Gooch and I, just beginning the journey.
Home IS where the heart is. And the heart can be in so many places. That stretchy heart.
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