Oh! Those wacky college kids!!!


Only a college kid would decide to come home in the middle of the night.
Only a college kid would decide this at 11:40 pm.
Only a college kid would call from her cell phone, standing outside the door at 3:15am

(ring) (ring)

Me: What? Huh? phone ringing....3:15....not good....bad....bad...

Hello???

Emma: Hi Mom. It's Emma.

Me: Are you okay?

Emma: I'm home. Could you come down and open the door?


My goodness! Scared me to death. Almost.





Here is the happy mess that sits under and around our Christmas tree.

Our Emma is home and that is all good. :o)






A Home Song by Henry Van Dyke

I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"

Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.


(Get the tissues for this next one)




The Old Home Calls by Lucy Maud Montgomery


Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er,
I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more;
Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song,
Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long.

My roses bloom in my garden walks all sweet and wet with the dew,
My lights shine down on the long hill road the waning twilights through,
The swallows flutter about my eaves as in the years of old,
And close about me their steadfast arms the lisping pine trees fold.

But I weary for you at morn and eve, O, children of my love,
Come back to me from your pilgrim ways, from the seas and plains ye rove,
Come over the meadows and up the lane to my door set open wide,
And sit ye down where the red light shines from my welcoming fireside.

I keep for you all your childhood dreams, your gladness and delights,
The joy of days in the sun and rain, the sleep of carefree nights,
All the sweet faiths ye have lost and sought again shall be your own,
Darlings, come to my empty heart I am old and still and alone!



Welcome home dear Emma.




Encourage one another,
Donna