…emerges and sits beside me tonight. I am watching “The Notepad”. I have just cried my way through the part where their grown up children beg their daddy to come home because their mother doesn’t know them or him – and he reads to her their life story every day.
He states that his sweetheart is in there, and where she is, that is his home.
I want to live and know that kind of love. That is my idea of home, too.