Hey Terry,
There's an old Japanese haiku that I'm paraphrasing (I read it decades ago) which says something like,
"there is no sound as sweet as returning to one's home after faraway voyages to hear the sound of raindrops falling on ones rooftop, while lying in ones bed".
It's obviously speaking to the same case: obtaining a new-found appreciation for the little things that we so often take for granted until they're missing but given back.