(A guest post by Caitlin Lore on this twenty-ninth day of Lent)
Home is...a Sunday morning run while the sun is coming up, before
everyone else has risen from bed. There is a peace that lingers on the
Home is... a good book that I can fall into every time I open the pages.
Home is... the smell of something sweet hanging in the kitchen air.
Home is... the lean of my greyhound when he tells me he loves me.
And as a soldier's wife, home is anywhere my husband is.
Caitlin Lore is a writer, runner, wife, and someday-soon teacher. She blogs at enduringtrigirl.blogspot.com