Home is where life happens. Family, pets, the good stuff we talked about with one another and the stuff we tried to forget, it mostly happened at home.
The days we remember about the people we love we frame in our hearts and visit again. We can’t go back, but we cherish their images, their faces and their smiles. We think about the silly moments that made us laugh and the times we cried.
Most of all we carry on with hope in our hearts believing we will all be together again someday in the by and by.
Blessings to all…
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Home, such a warm word.
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Yes. It’s better than hot chocolate. I appreciate your comment. Blessings to you, Elizabeth…
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