You Know you’re home when this is your view from the back deck.

You know you’re home when you go to the little brick Church in Acacia Road.

You know you’re home when these are your cuddles buddies.

You know you’re home when its 90 by 8am and you can hear the cicadas singing.

You know you’re home when it loud, laughing and filled with love.

Love,

New Little *Home* Wife