today, when I look around at the 6 baskets of unfolded laundry,
the trashed kids rooms, the large unfinished art project sprawled across a plastic table cloth, muddy paw prints from my mom's dog and the blueberry muffin crumbles all over the kitchen floor
i think...finally feels like home.
it's good to be home.
Sounds refreshing sweet. Glad you're home.
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