During the two days that we spent in a hotel while having our home painted, I had several revelations. Number one was that I felt homesick. Me? Really? The actor who lived half his life out of a suitcase. How could this be? Roxy was fine. Jon was fine. Charlie and I were upset. My boy couldn't leave my side. I kind of agreed with him. Even as I luxuriated in a hot bath, Charlie was right there. He kept going in and out of the bath to check on Jon and Roxy. Then, I guess he was making sure I didn't drown. Charlie sat. He laid down. He offered his paw in that little trick we call "shake". He let me know he was present and that he had everything under control. He could take care of me in this strange place and keep tabs on the rest of his family at the same time. My boy the multi-tasker!
What I was reminded of was the nature of being a family. It isn't about WHERE we are. It is about being together and taking care of one another. It is about that unbreakable bond that knows no boundaries. It is a commitment that can't be broken. Charlie gets that. I get Charlie. Charlie gets Jon, and round and round our family dynamic goes. Roxy is the anchor. If anyone forgets to be loving, Roxy will remind with a wag and a look that does Bambi proud.
We are back home now. Family intact and living in renovated paradise. There are some finishing touches, but everything has come together. As our home went through it's changes, our family remained steadfast in it's solidity. Love is the glue that bonds us together.
Peace and Love,