home, again.

home. 

back to stoyan house.

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slept in my own bed last night.

woke up this morning to our regular old everyday:

swimming lessons

lawn mowing

laundry baskets

nap times

vacuuming the roadtrip crumbs

and neighborhood errands.

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i missed my space.

i missed the smell of this place.

but right now:

i'm missing them.

the steady stream of loves that collect themselves at larson house

during the day - and during the night.

i told my dad:

"that says something about you, ya know.

that people want to be here. 

...in your home. and don't ever want to go."