I get little reminders every now and then that are just perfectly timed. This towel, that I happened to grab to cover a tray of snacks I made for IzBiz, had a perfectly timed message:
|Home is where the heart is.|
I was supposed to be getting groceries today, too.
I was also supposed to be volunteering in a classroom today.
But nope, nope, and nope.
I thought I really needed to be out of the house and busy and doing my own thing. But my IzBiz is home with the sniffles. She needs me. And I need to be with her.
The groceries can wait, and of course, everyone understands that I can't be of assistance today. I hated to break my plans, but I had to.
It doesn't matter how many plans I make. It doesn't matter how any good intentions I have. It doesn't matter how much I yearn to be outside of the house. On days like today, days when one of my children needs me the most, home is where my child is...so home is where I am, too.