We were only gone for three days last week,
but when we pulled into our driveway,
PB and I both let go with a happy sigh.
Home.
When we walked into our house, we said,
“Ah, it’s good to be back.”
Home again, home again,
Jiggety-jig.
As a child, I loved the stories and poems from the red Childcraft books that were published in the 1950s. I grew up with those books and can still quote all five stanzas of the poem “Antonio.” Many lines from those literary treasures became part of our family’s sayings.
“Gone is gone.”
“An icery creamery conio.”
And this one:
I remember hearing my mom say,
“Home again, home again, jiggety-jig” after a long trip.
Then I started saying it when PB and I had little ones in the back seat.
I said it last week when we pulled into our garage.
That feeling of being home—
it’s only a glimpse,
just a tiny taste,
of what it will be like to arrive in heaven, our true home.
For this world is not our home;
we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.
Hebrews 13:14, TLB
Home again, home again,
Jiggety-jig.






