Hurricane

A hurricane swept through our home last weekend when the two college kids blew in leaving wrappers on the couch, socks in the fridge, piles of wet towels on the floor, and hair in the sink. They took all the shampoo and protein bars, cleared out the iphone chargers, and somehow found a way to steal both of our favorite sweatshirts. There was arguing, complaining, crying and laughing, and even a few “that’s amores” after supper. The wife and I played part therapist, part nurse like these 20 year-olds were 9 again and despite the chaos, the pseudo ER meets All in The Family felt incredibly comfortable and familiar in the way you feel when you see kids next door guzzling apple cider after jumping in a giant leaf pile. Our kids left like hurricanes tend to do, back to NYC's big apple, and even though the house is a disaster, it felt like home again for a moment. They can sweep in any time if you ask me. For some folks today, a hurricane at any speed would be welcome if they could have their family back home safe. Prayers and peace to those who are suffering from the events unfolding overseas this week. Our struggles at home can be managed.