Home did not have four walls and a picket fence for me.Â
Instead,Â
home became your two arms engulfing me in a hug.Â
Home became lying with my head on your chest while I listened to your heartbeat.Â
Home became the way your body shook from laughter.
Home became our bodies wrapped in bedsheets on a Tuesday morning.
You gave me a home to rest my tired bones and I’ll spend my entire life repaying your kindness.















