Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Home for the Holidays

There is just something about coming home that is special.  Whether it is the family fellowship or the discovery that your cousin is dating someone twice her age; it's just something special.

Today is no different.  I was doing some work in the dining room when I hear a lot of loud noises coming from the basement.  I don't live here anymore, so I diligently go to investigate.  What I find, is about par for the course:  My father is running on the treadmill in what amounts to 'boxer-briefs' and has turned the stereo up to near deafening levels while he sings along with the ABBA CD that is playing one of the many hits from Mamma Mia.

I love coming home.