Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Those daughters of mine…

Are coming home for the holidays…DC Gal and her clan…driving from one way…those two other beauties…driving from the other…that gang of mine…meeting up here…in New Town...first time DC Gal has visited…seen Little Cottage…met those furry friends of mine…first time…all of us have gathered…in this new place…called home…

Excited to show them around…the beautiful downtown…the sparkling river…favorite restaurants…the park all decked out with Christmas lights…but there’s a sense of guilt there…for these girls of mine…aren’t coming home for the holidays…they…are coming to their mother’s home…for the holidays…

Not the same…as the house where they grew up…the town of their childhood…not familiar…not comfortable…not gonna feel…like home…or will it…maybe home…isn’t the place…maybe home…is something bigger…something deeper…something…more special…maybe home is…being where their mama is…where their sisters are…where when those who love them most…come together…laughing…loving…celebrating family…

This year…a new house…a new town…a new tradition…coming together to celebrate all those years…of us…and it will be fine…more than fine…because we all know…

Home…is where the heart is…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…