Home is where your heart is. If that is true, I am always home when I am with my little family. As long as I am with Bj and my little ones, I am home.
But really, I have returned home. Home to the hotness. I am roasting.
And yet, I miss my hometown. I miss the smell, the sights, the family, and the familiarity of it all. Each time I am home, I secretly wish we could move there. And yet, I am as happy as I have ever been, living right here!
I am home.
1 comment:
I love this picture of your kids. It's beautiful. Glad you guys are home.
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