M and I took a walk this afternoon, and watching him look at the rocks, the trees and the animals we saw, I saw where we lived through his eyes. I am not a country girl, by any stretch of the imagination. I hate camping, don't like fishing and would never dream of going hunting. I am definitely a city girl, but as we walked, I watched the enjoyment on M's face in even the smallest things. Like this flower for instance. It was just a weed growing among other weeds, but M loved it.
Home is not a house. A house is just an empty dwelling until you move in and fill it with your memories. Home is not where you live, but where you live your life. Home is anywhere K, A, S, M and I are. I came to the realization today, that I can live anywhere as long as they are with me. They bring so much to my life. Not to mention, if we take the time to look around us, beauty is everywhere, even in that small flower weed growing in the ground.
Until next time.....
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