home. in our own house. in our own bed. in my own spot on my own couch. raiding my own refrigerator. watching my own tv shows. the furry one again at our side. I am a happy girl.
home. so. quiet. no sounds of a baby laughing. no baby crying at 2 am. no bustling kitchen noise. no next meal planning. no what to do today questions. not enough hugs. I am missing my kiddos.
home. joyful. grateful. blessed. albeit little lonely.
'clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.'
Thursday, December 29, 2011
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