When I think about my dream home, I think about bay windows, sunken tubs, walk-in closets, and most of all.. a nice kitchen. But ultimately, those things aren't what's important. Home to me isn't just a place, it's a feeling. A feeling of love and security. It's knowing that I get to spend the rest of my life with the person I love most. Home for me is anywhere Mike and Caleb are. Whether we live in a big house or a small apartment, as long as I have these two people there: I am HOME.
Love,
Tiare
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