Two keys, two homes, one heart.
Where does your heart take residence, take root and bloom?
Home is Where the Heart Is
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8 responses to “Home is Where the Heart Is”
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girl, wherever my beautiful husband is….that is home. Especially now, since I am officially an orphan – Mama and Daddy reside in Heaven, God bless them!
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Hi Judy,
I grew up next door in Dallas. I agree, home is where the spouse is. -
With Farmboy Husband — it’s significant that our computers live only about 6′ apart, so we spend a good deal of the days working in proximity (not to mention sharing a bed at night) 🙂
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Home is where Vlad is but I must say that my inner child’s home is at Dad’s, and my inner teenager’s home is in Cotignac where I hang out with my friends and get up to all sorts of mischief…
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France stole my heart. I hope, wish, and dream of two keys!
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Wherever my husband and children are, that is truly home for me
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Corey,
I love the way you think and express. You bring out many ideas provoking creativity with passion~ therefore a full life. I hope we can meet someday! Your second home in Paris is lovely I dream of going back soon. Your primary residence must be beautiful, alive and full of vigor – hope to see!
Prayers for Thiery~ Mental illness can be so heartbreaking. xo, Gina -
Home is usually where I live with my husband and dogs, but it also becomes wherever and whenever we and our far-flung (New York City and Berkeley, California) children and their spouse and partner gather together.
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