Home is real.
Vulnerability tucked in crevices.
Your safe haven, where you, the real YOU resides.
Worldly walls vanish, opening the door to the sweet spot of your life.
The tenderness of family so ripe, its aroma infectious.
Smiles and laughter swell.
Flooding the frame with the pure joy of you.
This is the story of your life.
London did not find me amusing. At. All. But look at that flower in her hair… 9 rescue dogs, 2 kids, and all the feels.