the other night i tucked my boys into bed. swaddled mr. seth slept soundly in his cradle while–across the country–superstorm sandy raged its way through the east coast, ripping up boardwalks, pummeling boats and tunneling harsh waves through narrow new york city streets. breaking glass, knocking down power lines, pushing past barriers, soaking subway lines, beating down doors and plucking full grown trees out like they were weeds. i sang my boys a few songs and did the bedtime routine of tickling and storytime and nightlights and prayers and kisses. meanwhile fearful families huddled onto freeways to evacuate. mamas holding tight to their little ones and papas putting their bravest faces on. facing the unknown and leaving treasures behind; wondering if locking the doors would even be necessary. families finding candles and flashlights and matches and rationing their water supply. whipping up omelets in the refrigerator before the eggs and milk spoil. and i feel guilty and lucky. i have a warm home and a cold fridge, running water and dry floors. a car parked outside my door, not floating down the street. my roof is safely intact and i have my family all in one place. benji asked for one more song and i crawled under the sheets next to him and drew a treasure map on his back, like i do sometimes, and sang him more than one more song. as his back was turned to me, his beloved bear peered at me over his little shoulder. thankfulness rushed over me.
home is wherever i'm with you.
am listening to this song on repeat. i really love it. this cover is pretty sweet too.