Why Does This Feel Like Home?

She wonders why she’s always running. Always searching for more. Here is good. Here is home. He is home. The dogs are home. The kids are home. Wherever and whenever we are together, it’s home.

If I stay, will you let me fly away on my own sometimes? He says, of course I will. As long as you always remember where home is. You’re a free spirit, that’s one of the reasons why you’re so special to me. For the first time in months her mind slows and she drifts off into the sweet bliss of sleep. As her mind drifts between the sleep and waking world she hears the tender voice of Christina Perri singing, Arms. You put your arms around me and, I’m home. She’s found her song, her way, finally…..

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