This darling place to call my home, these darling friends to call my own.
It’s a soft feeling that fills me, a feeling that’s not left me since my first word fell upon the breeze of us.
Darling comes close to describing us.
But the real truth of us lives within the quiet. Because the real truth of us, dear bloggy friends, is that our home (our connection) is too beautiful for words to know.
Darling are all the days of us.
The days my heart places questions within these invisible walls, and your hearts answer: I see you.
Thank you so so much for seeing me, sweet friends.
I so completely see you, too.
Who knows where tomorrow will find us—but for now we are home.
In this moment we are home, with the friends we have chosen.
And oh my darling goodness.
Home is all the lovely things, to me.
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