The Last Thing I See

This is the last thing I see leaving for work on Sunday morning.

It speaks loud and clear to me... not only for its sound structure, its shelter and comfort, but what it contains inside.

Inside rests my family. The ones I hold dear to my heart.

For a building that consists of stone, mortar and siding, it always reflects a warm feeling for me.

The hardness of the exterior is lost in the safety and comfort it provides.

I know people like that... hard on the surface, but lovingly tender on the inside.

It's no wonder that the last thing I see as I leave, is the image I remember until I get home again.