When we lived in Utah, I always enjoyed driving back into Cache Valley after a long trip.
Really, who wouldn't want to drive home to this...after any trip? After one especially long and exhausting trip to Houston, I remember being completely overwhelmed emotionally and so ready to be home, that the sight of the Valley brought me to tears. I loved that Valley and I loved the peace and calm and gratitude I felt every time we made it back home safely.
Our trip to the beach this week was great, incredible, fantastic, but after almost a week away and two straight days of being in the car with four kids, we were all ready to be back home...ready to be sitting anywhere but in the van...ready to eat real food instead of eating out every day...ready to be in our OWN BEDS!! I didn't have that same emotionally exhausted feeling that I had coming home from Houston, and I didn't cry when we drove into Dallas. But that same peaceful, calm, grateful feeling washed over me as we approached I-75 and saw this...
Home is home...Dallas, Cache Valley, wherever...it's still the best part of the trip when you realize you're finally home.