We had barely opened the door of our house when Caden bounded in, threw his sneakers on the shoe pile, reclaimed his bedroom, had a bowel movement, and excitedly exclaimed, “There’s no place like home!”
I’ve been thinking about those unprompted words that warmed my heart less than 24 hours ago, and I can’t help but agree with the sentiments of our home-loving son.
He may have spent the night in a big hotel and enjoyed the excitement of the aquarium, but there’s nothing quite like sleeping in your bunk beds and playing in your bedroom.
We may have visited the iconic Eiffel Tower and toured the world-renown Louvre, but there’s nothing quite like watching your son run to his sister with a warm embrace and feeling his hands holding yours all the way home.
He may have slept in a Papa-made tent and ate MaeMae’s blueberry pancakes, but there’s nothing quite like fighting fires with your daddy and reading stories with your mommy.
We may have visited the sobering beaches of Normandy and walked the beautiful halls of the Palace of Versailles, but there’s nothing quite like hearing your son giggle and hugging his little body.
He may have made his own stuffed animal and played in the big tub downstairs, but there’s nothing quite like playing Super Heroes with your daddy and eating your mommy’s scrambled eggs.
We may have visited the yummy-filled boulangeries and tasted the delicately-created pastries, but there’s nothing quite like watching your children cuddle and hearing them laugh together.
He may have learned silly songs with his Papa and read stories with his MaeMae, but there’s nothing quite like wrestling with your daddy and jumping on your bed.
We may have walked the quaint streets of Paris and drove the hillsides of Normandy, but there’s nothing quite like listening to the made-up stories of your son and doing bath time with your littles.
He may have played trains for hours and ate at Chic-fil-A, but there’s nothing quite like kissing your mommy and tickling your baby sister.
We may have drank coffee in the brasseries and ate dishes in gourmet cafes, but there’s nothing quite like hearing the thundering of little feet and whispering, “I love you,” before bed.
He may have rented movies and roasted hot dogs over a fire, but there’s nothing quite like feeling mommy’s hugs at nap time and playing in the “big bed” with your little sister.
We may have sipped new wines and experienced the grandness of European culture, but there’s nothing quite like playing “coffee shop” and eating chocolate with your son.
And though we all had fun in our own different ways, I could travel the whole world and never find anything quite like home.