Home

Home.  Have you, in a while, stopped to really think about what that means to you?  We have.  We have had 42 days to think about home....

Home is:
the place where our kids are
the place where our parents, mine and T's, moved in to help (and help they did)
the place our family makes better and warmer and richer
the place where the mess is ours
the place where we created memories
the place where we are familiar
the place where we are in charge
the place where we are comfortable
the place where our friends come and are welcome and treasured
the place we long for
the place where we are about to celebrate Thanksgiving
the place where our love lives and our story goes on...

Home is where you can't wait to be when you think you can't get there.

Home is where my husband said today to the Fellow over the burn unit... you have to get me there.
And he did. 
42 days after a shocking admission to The Med, we were released. 
We were released as better people, I most certainly hope.   On the drive home, Thomas and I both said that we hope we are forever changed.  I think we are.  How could we not be?  But, we don't want to ever lose the urgency of the faith we have.  We don't want to ever forget what it is to witness a miracle.  We dont' want to ever take for granted a single day of our lives, we don't want to forget that the most valuable and precious things we have are right here.... at home.

Thomas has still some mighty hard work to do.  However, tonight to be at home, in his house, nothing else much matters.

To you all who are reading this.  Thank you.  Thank you for ... caring for my family, for praying for us and with us.  You have been part of a God ordained miracle.  I hope you are as blessed as we are for it.   I mean this with all my heart... we love you.

HIOTT....
Julie, Thomas, Mary-Carter and Reed Mullins
Live, from ...home  :)