Where a new story begins every morning

Where our wifi connects automatically

Someone comes to welcome us with open arms

Where love brings us home

Home is not a place, but a feeling

The red door symbolizes our love inside and out

The memories are made when gathered around the table

The words we speak become the house we live in

And the love that grows in every room

Where slow dancing is permitted in the kitchen

With music always playing

Filled with joy in the morning and sweet dreams at night

Where we make it a home together

And know that when we are here

Everything always feels so right


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