Home…
Good morning, mone.
Good morning, sweetie.
Thank you, love.
Love you… From a closing car door.
They sound simple and like words that need not be attached to grand, heart-healing emotions.
But to me… They heal.
They mend.
They invite to trust.
They comfort the darkness and remind me that home was never meant to be a place…
It is dancing all alone.
It is doing the things you never thought you’d do on your own.
Knowing that there is a beautiful, unconditionally loving companion always by my side.
It is hope. It is home.
It is a life where this little boy can breathe in again.
Free of the anxiety and pain that shaped his understanding of home.
Free. Loved. At peace. At home…
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