she's home now

It was kinda like waiting to see a celebrity.

We paced around the house until the wee hours, waiting for her headlights to spill into the drive. The clock ticked slowly until The Arrival. Finally, she emerged from her beat up red Dodge Neon looking simply mah-velous: rumpled blouse, pinned-up curls, legs shaky from 17 hours of driving, and assorted potted plants hanging from her arms. I hugged her, but she was too sticky with car upholstery sweat to squeeze meaningfully. I mean, we love her and all. But we can always hug her tomorrow morning after she showers.

She lives here in the North Country now. Not so far away as before. She is going to get a job and an apartment. And sit near us in church services. And get busy for the Kingdom like she always does everywhere she roosts. Really: I didn't talk her into this move. She is a big girl and made this excellent decision on her own.

I'm so proud of you, Friend #7. Welcome home.