Oh, how I miss home.
But home is mostly a feeling for me.
Because when you're a military family, being ALL together feels like home.
My husband is my home.
He gives us shelter and loves us unconditionally.
When we're apart it's almost hard to breathe.
Our home signifies what we are doing as a family.
And it's where our babies feel most comfortable.
Home is where the thermostat reads an even number... No matter how hard I try to make it odd.
Our memories move from place to place, adding more but keeping the old.
My home is in my heart and in my husbands arms.
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