Now I know what it's like to be the mom waiting for a young adult child to come home for Thanksgiving.

For years I was the one who kept my mom waiting and wondering. Would I even make it home this year? Would I be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas or just one or the other?

Now my son Josh, who is 23, is the one who moved across the country. He has a job with a publishing house in New York City--and an agent shopping his book around. Ooops...sorry, I digressed into a little motherly bragging.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving--and tomorrow my son comes home. Haven't seen him or hugged him since August. Last night as I walked the store aisles picking up a few last minute things for our feast, I was overwhelmed. Tears filled my eyes as I thought Josh is coming home!

I'm thankful my son is pursuing his dreams. But I'm even more thankful he's coming home. It's time to stock up on some hugs to get us through the weeks before Christmas, when he'll be home again.

Josh and his dad