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The day will come, if you adventure rightly, when, lost in the darkness of a moonless night, trekking across a cracked desert wasteland, or crawling through the trenches of a foreign battlefield, you will dream of home.

It smells like your favorite food, it sounds like laughter. It’s warm and well-lit and it welcomes you in.

It’s a place where nothing is asked of you; you’re accepted as you are. A shelter for your true self—to be fully known and loved. Where, rooted, you may grow.

The day will come when you’ll remember fondly these days rich with quiet. When you’ll wish again for your kids’ uninterrupted presence. The safety of the Shire. Where the heart is.

You’ll look back at today as the sweetest of moments. The books you read, the poetry you wrote. That craft you attempted, the board game you lost. The jokes your kids told and the prayers that for once, you really, really meant. 

This moment will shape you. It will shape all of us. The day will come when you will long for home. Don’t take it for granted today.

Image of a hobbit hole in Hobbiton, NZ. www.hobbitontours.com

Kristi Dietz