- Sometimes one has to go miles and miles away from home to realize how much it means to have a home.
My kids were like a breath of fresh air to me when I arrived home. My older son hugged me for like 5 minutes and my younger one is just cuddly and keeps telling me "Mommy, I love you" (which for an autistic young one is Major!)
I so much enjoyed the sunshine, summer breezes and sunsets on the Ocean....
But there is No Place Like Home.
Monday, July 13, 2009
12-6-07 Coming Home
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