barefoot on a summer night
Nothin' new is sweeter than with you
And in the streets we're running
free like it's only you and me
Geez, you're somethin' to see.
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
From the sweet encouraging notes my husband leaves me using magnets on the fridge, to our piles upon piles of pillows and books, to my grandparent's old pieces of furniture;
this is home. And there is no place like it.
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