Home

These little piggies are going home soon.

I know the moment I see those mountains, my heart will smile.
I will be at my parents house, with those big windows. I draw every blind and curtain in their home when I'm visiting.
I'm sure David and I will walk our favorite streets in Claremont. We'll see the homes, the craftsman, the victorian, the modern, the cottage. We'll eat on the patio at our favorite cafe.
I'm sure I'll walk up Euclid Avenue.
Eli and Emma will forget about us and cling to Grandma and Grandpa.

We will be, just be, at home.

I can't stop signing THIS song.