It doesn't look like much.

It's a storage space in our basement.

Over the next few weeks, it will become a bedroom for a man we hope is soon returning home from prison.

(Stay tuned for the evolution!)

We are preparing, in spite of the unknown and in spite of not having a plan. The state can't tell us anything yet. No parole plan.

But it doesn't matter.

This space is sacred. I'm standing on the foundation we've built, the only thing that holds me tight. The hope of welcoming my prodigal home someday.

It doesn't look like much but it's home, and it's waiting for him.