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Introduction
As we sat together and talked, our thoughts naturally drifted toward the future and the day when we will finally be living back home in Tennessee. Just imagining it brings a sense of comfort that is hard to put into words. We picture the familiar roads, the changing colors of the trees, the quiet mornings, and the feeling of belonging that comes from returning to a place that has held so many chapters of our lives. Maybe it will happen later this fall, when the air turns cool and the leaves begin to cover the ground in shades of gold and red. Or perhaps it will be winter, when the hills are bare, the evenings come early, and the warmth inside the house feels even more precious. Whenever the time comes, we know it will be wonderful.
There is something deeply healing about having a home to look forward to. Tennessee represents more than a location for us. It carries memories, friendships, family ties, and a rhythm of life that feels familiar. After all the uncertainty of the past few weeks, talking about returning there gave us a gentle sense of hope. We imagined unpacking boxes, settling into our own rooms, cooking meals in our own kitchen, and watching ordinary days unfold again. We talked about the simple things we miss—the sound of the porch door opening, the view from the windows, the nearby roads we know by heart, and the peace of knowing we are exactly where we belong. Those ordinary details now feel like treasures.
Still, we are trying not to rush ahead too quickly. The future will come when it is ready, and for now, our hearts are focused on the gift we have already received. We are home again here in Waco, and that alone feels like a miracle. After the hospital rooms, the long days, the difficult decisions, and the frightening uncertainty, being able to return to this little farmhouse has brought a kind of relief we desperately needed. The house may be temporary, but the safety and comfort we feel inside it are real. The familiar beds, the quiet rooms, the sound of laughter, and the freedom to step outside together mean more than they ever did before.
Coming home has reminded us that home is not always defined by ownership, permanence, or geography. Sometimes home is simply the place where the people you love are together and safe. Right now, Waco is that place for us. It is where we can rest, breathe, heal, and begin finding our normal rhythm again. It is where we can share meals, take walks, talk late into the evening, and wake up without hospital machines or doctors entering the room.
So yes, we are excited about Tennessee. We look forward to the season when we can return, settle in, and begin another chapter surrounded by familiar beauty. But we also know better than ever not to overlook the present moment. Today, we are together. Today, we are safe. Today, we are back home in Waco. And for now, that is more than enough. It is a blessing we hold with both hands, grateful for every quiet hour, every shared smile, and every ordinary moment that once seemed small but now feels extraordinary and full of unexpected grace.