We're getting there

I am home. Home in the house that has always been and will always be, HOME. It has changed and it continues to change as time passes, but it is still home. I was riding with my mom up to Clemson yesterday and we were talking about something random. She paused and then as if a postlude to the conversation quietly said, "We're getting there." I don't remember what it was in reference to, but I looked up and through a cloudy sky there was an endless line of large rays of sunshine breaking through hitting the ground. It was one of those moments...ya know? You could see each individual ray coming through the darkness and illuminating the ground in front and I just repeated to myself, "We're getting there."