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A smoothie in a glass that my Mom gave me. |
Friday, August 7, 2015
Home
Some things in life just remind you of the comforts of home. Home isn't a building. It isn't a place in your favorites of your GPS. It isn't even necessarily where you sleep at night. Home to me is my family. Where I am free to be me and always accepted without question. Where I am never judged and always welcome with no invitation necessary. Home is a feeling of security and warmth. Unconditional love even through all the crazy, trials, tribulations and mistakes. No matter where or when. No matter who you are sitting in a room with or at what stage of life. Certain things can take you home in an instant. There is no place like home.
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