I love coming home to the smell of a meal being cooked. A meal that I have asked him to cook for me.
I love coming home and feeling needed by all of them.
I love coming home to hear about their day at school.
I love coming home and listening to my sisters tell me the latest gossip.
Now I would love to come home to clothes actually placed into the hamper and not the floor.
Now I would love to come home to shoes placed on the shoe rack and jackets on hangers in the closet.
Now I would love to come home to children who are not arguing about something petty.
Now I would love to come home and take a bubble bath without someone calling my name.
More importantly, I love coming home to my family.