There is no place like home. There is no bed like your bed. There is no off white couch like your off white couch. There is absolutely no recliner like your recliner. Your home is your home. It’s your home not because of the furniture or the things you have in it. It’s your home because of the memories you’ve made.

We have been married a little over a year and have lived in the house we’re in for right at a year. We’ve had friends over, the youth over, and our families. We have made so many awesome memories with those people here, but we have also made memories between the two of us that will last a lifetime. Locking ourselves out of the house, letting dishes pile up in the sink seeing who would wash them first, or staying up late playing board games. Other memories like laughing in the middle of an argument, getting into bed and saying “I got up and turned the light off last night”, or sitting on the back porch drinking coffee early in the morning.

On August 27, we left Jackson to come back home. There are no words to describe the feelings we had. After 6 long weeks we were finally coming home! Crossing into Louisiana was great but seeing a sign that said welcome to Franklin Parish brought so much joy.

We’ve been home for 9 days and those 9 days have been amazing! We were told that we would see Kelly improve more at home. In the last 9 days, I’ve seen her personality sky-rocket. Her jokes are back, her laugh is back, her sarcasm is back. She’s adjusting to being home wonderfully. Tomorrow we will go to an out-patient therapy center to have an assessment to see where Kelly is and to begin to strengthen her body and mind.

Thank you for your love, support, and prayers. We are so happy to be home.