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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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