Home is like... 10/21/11

Home is like coming in from the cold rain. Home is like the sound of a soft, raspy, relaxed voice singing a slow song. Home is being welcomed into my love's arms, feeling them wrapped tight around me. home is looking into his eyes and knowing he is looking into mine thinking the same thing. Home is when we are together. It is in the smile on his face, the twinkle in his eye, and in the way he says "fantastic."