I’m very fortunate to have visited many parts of this great country while working or taking vacations. Every region has its own unique "flavor" when it comes to the sights and sounds of each.

I recently returned home from a trip to Texas. Actually, I have had the opportunity to visit the Lone Star State a couple of times in the last year. It has a beauty all its own and the people there are friendly and accommodating.

But, as always, I was glad to get home. There is something about the comfort one gets when returning home from a long trip that gives a sense of relief. I sleep better, eat better, and am generally in a better mood when at home.

My wife might argue that last point, but I just feel better being in familiar surroundings. I think I have always known that, but it became loud and clear recently as I was about to make my way to work.

Having been away for several days, it had been a while since I had experienced a Kentucky morning. Even though we have been in the throes of winter, it was a welcome sight.

As the sun peeked through a few grey clouds, I could make out the brightness only brought by a morning sky. I had to stop for a minute to say a prayer of thanks and to give this beautiful scene one more glimpse before driving on and I thought to myself, “There’s nothing like a Kentucky sunrise.”

As often as I have seen so many of these beautiful dawns to new days, I had to take a long pause this time. For some reason, I felt as though maybe I had taken for granted the wonder of such a sight seen from my front doorstep. 

Perhaps I had not noticed that tranquil scene that has been gifted to me by the good Lord nearly enough. Even the cloudy mornings have a beauty all their own.

I have been blessed to always live where I do; close to the place I was born. But I realize a lot of people don’t. My wife is one of those. She grew up in Kansas City, a place she sometimes still refers to as home.

And although she has lived in Kentucky for more years than not, and loves it dearly, I always see a bit of contentment on her face when we visit. She is still a Chiefs and Royals fan. She still thinks KC barbeque is the best in the world, and there’s no better horse show than the American Royal.

Personally, I can't imagine living anywhere else but if I did, I know I would take all the memories and beauty of Kentucky with me. I guess Dorothy was right, there’s no place like home.

I look forward to many more sunrises and hope and pray that I never take them for granted again, as I travel down the backroads.