I am home.
Elated and grateful with a wedge of sadness.
My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my Mom alone. It’s only been a couple days so I’m not settled in. I’ve got this floaty feeling, like there is no ground upon which to stand.
My house gleams like a jewel.
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.
I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.
My house gleams like a jewel.
The stove looks brand new!
The bulldog looks as though
she’s been spoiled rotten.
Sleeping on the bed and eating bon bons.
I want nothing more than to crawl between the cloud of covers that is our bed and stare at the Dishwasher’s magnificent painting.
Planting Along The Verge 
Welcome home!
You've been missed.
allene
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I'm glad for the two of you. And a little envious of that gleaming house I must admit.
Enjoy.
love, d
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Thanks A…
Sorry I missed you but looking forward to your next visit.
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Thank you D
I'm a lucky girl!
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“My heart is wrinkled with sadness over leaving my mom alone.”
Wow. That's what it really feels like.
Just found you through the dishwasher and am enjoying browsing here. Your mom is lucky to have a daughter who cares as you do.
Welcome home.
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welcome Angella Lister and thank you.
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