A piece of heaven...or home

I made the mistake a couple of weeks ago, voicing to my husband that I wanted to be home. Home in Idaho. Surrounded by family and enjoying the fall season to its fullest. It was a mistake because as soon as I voice my desire, it is harder to bear. If I keep my mouth shut, I work thru my problem or whatever it is better.
As I have been dreaming of home, it did not help that I was talking about Idaho to this nice Lady who I visit with each day, while we wait to pick up our kids at school. Her family was planning a trip to Boise. Her husband and son got tickets to a BSU game, and decided to make a family trip out of it. She would ask about places to see and eat, the weather, colors of leaves on the trees etc. The more we visited the more I missed that great place.
She gave me a report today about how their trip was. Of course, she said it was like a slice of heaven. They loved every minute and did not want to leave. She was amazed by the fall colors, especially the red. You do not see that color around here. You are lucky to get a little yellow in November/December. She was fascinated by everything Idaho has to offer. She could not say enough good. I was so glad that it had been a very pleasant trip for them.
One of the places I had mentioned to her, when she asked about fall activities was The Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. I told her how each fall I would go and get 1 of their HUGE caramel apples. They are truly amazing, or at least that is how I remember them. She said they made sure to go there and let each of their kids choose an apple. They loved them! and even brought back one for me!!!! I was soooo surprised and touched by her small gesture of thoughtfulness. I stole a small bite as I cut the apple for my kids and felt like I was home for a moment. No mater where we go or move, I will always appreciate what a great state Idaho is.