I could never measure the happiness I get from the simplicity in the corners of my home. Memories hide in each crevice and object. ~Leah Garland
In the evening hours, my home is calm. The lights are dim and all is quiet. This is the time of day my thoughts are filled of memories from the corners of my home.
Dirty shoes sitting there waiting...
Waiting for the day to come.
Waiting to be slipped on by an energetic little boy.
Waiting to be taken out for adventures in climbing trees.
As I enjoy the corners of our home, I am reminded of all the life running through it. In this corner I am reminded of the little boy sleeping in the other room and how I miss him already.
~Catherine Anne
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