I see my children in their eyes. I am pulled out of yesterday and given
tomorrow. Nothing about my future doesn’t
include them. Home for me has never been
where my heart is…home is where they are.
Think about it, every day you come across people that you may want to
have sex with. That’s easy. Many that you will find funny, smart and
beautiful…but really ask yourself how many of those you can see coming home to
at the end of a shitty day. Who do you
want to be next to you when facing tomorrow is just too much? Knowing that during your day, when the shit
hits the fan, I can call them. No questions. No payment required. Just them and their voice in my ear.
How many people can make you feel safe and have the ability
to make time stop no matter what happens?
Knowing that when you get home…everything is okay. Counting the minutes until you see them again
even when you’re already with them.
Safe. Not because
they say so, but because they make you feel it.
Falling on them, pillow fights, ice cream sandwiches in bed, reading next
to one another, bedhead and feeling/knowing that there is no one better for you
or your children. More than trust…more
than surface…the ability to be emotionally naked. That, ladies and gentlemen is “home”.
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