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Kenny Loggins - Celebrate Me Home Lyrics | MetroLyrics


When in college, I discovered Kenny Loggins' song "Celebrate Me Home". The lyrics spoke to me and that time in my life. I've added the link here so you can read them and here the song:


 Kenny Loggins - Celebrate Me Home Lyrics | MetroLyrics



Now, I'm discovering anew this song and the meaning it has as a mom of three adult children. As I was preparing their rooms, making some of their favorite Christmas treats (only batch of chocolate peanut butter balls), and creating a grocery list (it's a skill with one vegan and one vegetarian) - this song was playing in my head. As I was decorating the Christmas tree, with each ornament that has a story, I began to sing this aloud - loudly and off-key with only the dog to hear. He didn't howl, as this part Bloodhound is known to do, so it couldn't have been too off-key. Wally watched my preparations and I knew that he knew what it meant, his buddies were coming home, so maybe he was simply being extra-tolerant of my singing!


 I want the three not-so-little Piggins to always feel celebrated when they come home for Christmas, especially. Because when they're here, we're family and our home is full - and our hearts are fuller!


 I know that all parents feel this same peaceful joy at celebrating their adult children homecoming. Merry Christmas to all of you - I'm hoping that we can enjoy the mess made, the chaos that may be created and the food that will be made and devoured! I'm hoping that we can have this joyful essence linger with us for awhile after our adulting children have gone back to their lives. 
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