Being home seems like a very long series of adjustments.
Sometimes, like now, I just miss it so much.
I miss the camaraderie of our group.
I miss the excitement and anticipation of the morning. Wondering what we would see and who we might meet.
I miss the laughter.
I miss crying. I cry here but it carries a different weight.
I miss the strength of the hugs. The unimaginable force of each hug.
I miss the spectacular smiles. I miss the privilege of witnessing that joy.