Home

she's adorable :)


Home is not a house or a place. Home is people. Home is running from my car to the sanctuary to see Turkey and just like almost breaking when I saw her. Home is getting to chill on the couch with my brother and sister and laughing about everything...even when its not funny. Home is waking up in my bed knowing that my mom will have breakfast for me when I walk down the stairs. Thats all super cheesy but its true.
I got home sunday. It's been lovely.
Monday Turk and I did a superawesome photo shoot and I can't wait for our next one. We've been to sweet CICIS like 2 times now and I can't wait to go again at Christmas. I can't wait to get her Christmas gift/she's gonna be 18, when I talk about her like she's my daughter her being 18 makes me feel old.

Being home is so awesome. Thanks for lettting me be here Jesus, really.