Love Thursday: Coming Home

Unless he has class, Steve usually beats me home. And three seasons out of the year, that means I find him sitting on the front steps with his guitar, in shorts and bare feet, playing and singing his heart out. More often than not, Bodhi is prowling at his feet. During the day, it is this exact moment that I look forward to the most, to seeing him in the distance through the chain-link fence of the school next door, to the seconds I watch him play before he notices me, to his wide grin when he glances up, calling out Hey Beautiful! from across the street. And Bodhi greets me at the gate and tries to escape and I stop him and laugh. And I kiss Steve hello, step inside, pull on my jeans and grab a couple beers. And we sit on the steps and chat, stopping to giggle with neighborhood children that yes that is indeed a cat on a leash, be careful he will try to stalk your dog.

And in those moments I feel so lucky because wherever I live, home will always be my tiny family.

Happy Love Thursday!