At the end of the day, warmth spills from welcoming windows.
Home.
Where my husband waits to hear about my day.
Where the dogs are glad to see me, and the cats don't mind.
Where I can put up my feet, listen to silence and know that all is well.
I'm home.
lovely! I'm not sure there is a prettier word. My mantra for so long... home.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful welcoming sight to see each evening as you arrive home. Love that photo.
ReplyDeleteThere is no place like HOME!
ReplyDeleteLovely : )
ReplyDeleteawesome
ReplyDeleteYou inspire me, and this short poem is a good example of why. Bless you.
ReplyDeletesimply beautiful! I so envy you.
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