home is a funny thing
to a military brat.
for some time, it was where all my stuff was,
then i realized home had been in the presence of people i love.
that whole time, they were the stuff that made it home.
every few years the walls around me changed,
and the landscape changed,
and the schools changed,
and most of the people changed,
but not the closest people.
and then even later, home became a few different places, with a few different landscapes and people who have become some of the closest, no matter how much time goes by between visits, but they always feel like home.
i can not think of many things at all which are better than this
congratulations, dear friends, on your new little loves.