So many different images float through my head when I say this word.
The ranch in the valley where I learned to ride my bike, ride a horse, shoot a gun
The house on the hill where I found arrow heads and jack rabbits
The apartment in the college town where I started to figure life out
The house I shared with four phenomenal women
The mountain top in Montana where I felt free and alive
The beach where I can feel my soul pulsating with the waves
The smiling face that met me when I got home from Houston
Ft Bragg, CA 2011
Of course she was accompanied by her Daddy
Oct 15, 2011
Wherever these two faces (soon to be three!) are is where Home really is.
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I bet they will warm your heart.