4.20.2010

{Crash}


When he arrives, he sleeps, the sleep of the exhausted, as if returning from a long trip.
When he's here, he lays on the couch and snuggles with the dogs.
When he's here, he is himself.
When he's here, he laughs.
When he's here, he relaxes.
When he's here, he plays.
When he's here, there's no tension.
When he's here, there's no fear.
When he's here, he is loved unconditionally.
When he's here, he's home.

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19 comments:

cat said...

Oh that's beautiful.

April said...

Love it!!!

Liz Mays said...

He sounds pretty terrific!

♥ Kathy said...

That was so pretty ♥

Anonymous said...

That's truly touching. Very well done.

diane rene said...

LOVE it

C said...

very nice.

c

Frugal Vicki said...

Nicely written.

Momo Fali said...

Home is a fantastic place to be.

GypsiAdventure said...

Beautiful ... thank you for sharing!
~K

Life Without Pink said...

Wow love it!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!!

Shell said...

Very heartfelt!

Thanks for linking up!

Kim Dettmer said...

very well said...home is such a wonderful state!

Tylaine said...

Hi just stoppin by from PYHO!
That was beautiful and the way home should be :)

Unknown said...

I had to read that twice ... I hope you shar it with the intendee ;-) Following you now- hope you can stop by my place soon ;-)

Danielle said...

Beautiful.

The Grasshoppa:Triplets Plus Two Momma said...

Makes me want to be "there."

Kat said...

Ahhhh. A safe haven.
Beautiful! :)