If home is where the heart is.... have I two of each?

I stopped at Costco for a few crab legs on my way into town. Opened the car door and felt the cool ocean breeze. I looked up and saw the seagulls over head squakking away, I knew that I was home, and I felt happy. I remember chuckling to myself about how no one but me could think that was such a cool feeling....seagulls while grocery shopping...lol. Rudy greeted me with a sexy "HEY BABY" as I came in the door arms loaded.. I told him that I missed him, and he bit me... gawd, so good to be home. I looked around and knew that my Walt MUST have missed me too since there were burnt ribs left on the BBQ and a margarita pitcher on the draining board.... oh boy.. he should never be left alone, me thinks.I was equally as happy to have been with family and friends this week. There are really no words that I can find to share the feelings of holding my babies baby in my arms, and TRYING to stay in the present, when my brain senses the past. He looks like Jake, smells like Jake, shoot, he even eats like Jake. But... Fast forward 22 years.....he is Shawn Thomas, my babies baby, and the feeling is again, wonderful. I watered a favorite tree in the back yard, and so many memories came flooding through. So many years back here, so much work, and so many laughs too. We love those darn trees. Can I also be suffering post partum via sympathy pains?I met a dear friend for coffee one evening and as we chatted quickly for 2 hours non stop and it occured to me how much I love her too. Another friend and I luncheoned at an old stomping ground seafood grill, and I couldnt figure out why in the world I had ordered seafood here, when its plentiful at home and far better too. It then hit me that it was because that is what we, as pals, had always done before, and again, I was moved to tears. My last night in town was spent at my daughters home. Just crossing the doorway I felt incredibly at home. When my grand daughter ran to me calling my name, I knew then too, that I was home again. The next morning Aviana yelled for me to come get her up, and of course play in her little kitchen. I knew that I must suck up every moment, every smile, every toys name.. because it would be awhile before we played these games again. Happy to be with her, and thrilled to be on my way home today too.All I can figure out is... its a darn good thing that its only 4 hours away, and of course, if home really is where the heart is, then I MUST have two of each.