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01/21/2007: "Home..."

"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.”

"Please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song,
That I'll always remember,
I can recall,
Whenever I find myself too all alone,
I can make believe I've never gone,
I never know where I belong,
Sing me home.
Come on celebrate me home."

Replies: 3 Comments

That was a great picture of the house. The wreaths look so pretty against the house and backdrop of the snow. I just love it!

Farley said on Wednesday, January 31st @ 01 :36 AM CST

As Dorothy said- "There's no place like home!" I asked Erin to take a picture of the house- it did indeed turn out well.

La said on Tuesday, January 23rd @ 12 :57 PM CST

Boy, that is a great picture of the house. I do love the wreaths at Christmas. Mom

Hot mama said on Sunday, January 21st @ 07 :43 PM CST