Sunday
Home
The concept of home is a funny thing. What constitutes it? Is it where you live now? Or where you are from? I always tell my daughter that home is wherever mommy and daddy and brother are, and I am starting to believe it is precisely that. I spent some time back at my parents house this month and it was lovely to be there. I've missed my family. I've missed the sights, sounds and tastes of home. But during the time I was there, I also began to miss the coziness of the life we have created here in Louisiana. We live so much more simply here. We are happy. And that, is home.
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I tell my kids, home is wherever we go, as long as we're together... but then it get's sticky once deployment comes around, lol
Thanks for your comment the other day, means a lot that people can see what I intend to mean when I write openly like that. And you do. Thank you :)
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