You asked me to describe home, but what if home isn’t a place.
What if home is long black hair that falls perfectly without her trying, a smile that goes from cheek to cheek, and dimples that form ever so slowly.
What if home is her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight and never wanting to let go.
What if home is crying at night because you long for her touch.
What if home is FaceTime calls because you miss the sound of her voice or long texts in hopes of making her smile.
What if home is never letting go because those walls that took you so long to build can never be destroyed.
You asked me to describe home and being with her feels a lot like home and with her ill be home forever.
This is my BUB. My youngest brother tore up some of his old t-shirts and stitched this together for my Christmas present this past year and it’s honestly one of the most thoughtful, precious things that I own.