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I have a friend who does The Gypsy Mama's 5 minute Friday posts.  The goal is to take 5 minutes and create a word picture.  No perfect writing.  Just 5 minutes.  This weeks theme is "Home".  I've never tired this before but the topic intrigues me, so let's give it a try.

Home.....

My parent's house on Lopshire Drive with a church pew and swing on the porch.  The home that holds nearly all of my childhood memories. 

My dad's cologne.  A smell that relaxes my soul and warms my heart.

My mom saying "Is that my favorite girl?" when I walk in the house.

Laughing around the dining room table on a Sunday evening.

The stillness of three sleeping children.

The strong arm of my husband wrapped around my shoulders as I rest my head on his chest.

STOP.

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  1. I did a gypsy mama 5 minute friday post once. you know, back when i was blogging.

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