He came home to a good dinner and crisp, sweet-smelling sheets. He came home to adoring little sisters and a whole crew of boys who consider him their hero. He came home to a comfortable, lived-in place that is always the same no matter how much we changed it while he was gone. He came home.
He came home proud of himself. He finished the semester with a 4.0. He played a whole lot of soccer, made some good friends, and lived his faith. He pierced his ears, tried being a vegetarian, and totaled his computer.
He went out and conquered the world. And then, he came home.
We all slept well last night.