In JAX, FL from home in Vegas
When I'm with my family, I love it so much I can taste the satisfaction like grit between my teeth: physical, salty, and terribly real. I reel from sweet elixir of a joy so tangible, I want to weep. To be allowed such joy: laughing, fighting girls; siblings who love and one who perplexes; mom with her own issues, but such LOVE for us, her children--such incessant, total love; two baby boys, SO precious with their newness, no mess of life--such joy is something no one can afford--to miss, pay for; it's not a thing whole-rooted in this life.
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