I don't know what it is, but coming home to my mom brings me so much joy. I can't contain it.
Years ago when I live in Detroit, I would get excited about visiting Houston. I knew the minute I stepped off the plane, mom would be there to greet me, English accent and an awaiting hug. Its home.
Today was four hours on the rode. And I pulled into the driveway and she was outside the house waving.
We might have our issues and our differences, but I wouldn't ever give up her hug hello.
Home isn't necessarily the house you go to. For me, its the arms that hold you!!
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