When I'm staying at my parent's house my favorite moments are the simple ones. Everyone sitting around and giggling. Mom saying something outrageous and then promptly telling me not to tweet it (I always do.) Making food and eating all together. But one of my very favorite moments of being at home is when I come in late at night and my puppy hears me come through the door and I walk up the stairs and he comes to greet me. Then I kneel at the top of the stairs and rub his tummy and scratch behind his ears and he nuzzles my hand and let's me kiss him. There is something about loving and being loved that makes my troubles melt away for that moment and fills my heart with good.
love,
Rochelle
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