Clickin’ My Red Heels Or, No Matter Where I Roam, I Always Manage To Find My Way Home

This weekend was birthday surprises, good food, coffee+DayQuil, cuddling with doggies, screaming with laughter, family (both genetic and not) and so many hugs.

Home isn’t a place. It’s a state of mind. It’s wherever you can share a good meal. Wherever dogs flip on their backs for bellyrubs. Wherever you are loved.

And lucky girl that I am, I have a lot of places I can hang my hat.

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