I have never been so happy to be home. Maybe it was the relief of no longer being cramped on a plane. Or how good it feels to be hugged by my husband. The joy on the faces of Donnelly and Patches as they rushed the door when they saw it was me. It could be how beautiful my living room looks since Jonny painted it as a surprise. It might be that spring has come and my yard is turning green and alive. What ever it is, it being home is good indeed!