George has a working vocabulary of about five words. He says “hot” (translation: hot) and “ba-ba’s” (translation: I desire to nurse) and “truck” (translation: Hello? I’m a boy!” and “bus” (translation: Hello? Still a boy!) and finally, whenever we pass by a church, “Sheshus.”
Translation: Mommy’s heart melts when George says “Jesus.”
And Jesus is so very pleased, I know.
George has one last word that he uses a lot—every time we turn the corner onto our street, in fact—and that word is “home.” He says “home” with a combination of satisfaction and longing, like…we’re home. Yes. It is so good to be home.
Well, I’ll tell you.
Having gone “home” to North Dakota this past weekend…
I know exactly how George feels.
To be cont.