Adjustment

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.