How many people can make you feel safe and have the ability to make time stop no matter what happens? Knowing that when you get home…everything is okay. Counting the minutes until you see them again even when you’re already with them.
Safe. Not because they say so, but because they make you feel it. Falling on them, pillow fights, ice cream sandwiches in bed, reading next to one another, bedhead and feeling/knowing that there is no one better for you or your children. More than trust…more than surface…the ability to be emotionally naked. That, ladies and gentlemen is “home”.