The cool spring breeze brushes gently across my face as the leaves from my favorite tree rustle above me. With eyes closed I lean my head back and, for a moment, become lost in the annals of my mind taking in the distant sound of children playing. An abrupt chill spreads through my body, telling me to look up. Adrenaline suddenly pumping through my veins, my body sprinting forward uncontrollably in response. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I am now running as fast as I can, my mind vaguely aware of the footsteps following close behind me. With blurry vision from the tears, I still manage to make out the shadowy figure who is now directly in my path. My heart is beating profusely and I cannot seem to catch my breath – but still, as I thrust forward my arms reach desperately in front of me and I am able to cry out “You’re Home!” I can feel arms wrapped around me, first my husband’s then my children’s who have finally caught up to me. My husband is home. He is finally home. What a great surprise.