I used to love going away for a trip. To visit relatives or just to get a break from the norm. Strangely, these days I love to be at home. If I get a minute spare I want to be at home. If I had the choice to visit the place of my dreams .... I'd choose home. I sound like a right old soppy pants I know. So what's made the difference...... simple. Not only my wonderful wife, but also our fantastic little man, Jack. I often sit and think about his mum and how very proud she would be of what a marvellous boy he's become. Every night he says goodnight to her and he gets so excited when he sees a star blinking back down at him. I secretly think he enjoys the autumn and winter because he gets to see the stars more often.
Monday was a special day. 18 years since Tamara and I tied the knot. I haven't regretted a day. I remember how much I loved her on the day we were married and I never would have guessed that I could continue to love her more and more. She is so much part of me I can't even function without her. I only hope she understands just how much I love her.
So getting back to no place like home. It's obvious why I prefer to be home because home is where my two wonderful people are. Home is our haven. Everytime I think of Steph my heart cries but it also is so very grateful that she gave me and Tamar the opportunity to care for and love her son.
I could travel the world but I only want to be here with my two special people. Here at home.