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(Seventeen Years)

I remember where I was and why it happened.

Those first few years we lived in Washington we loved to travel back "home" to Idaho to visit our family.  We made the trip two or three times a year.  Then sometime during the year someone from our family would come up to visit for a few days.  We never felt far from home.

I remember coming home to our tiny white tin trailer house after one of these trips.  Lots of happy memories were made in that little house.  Gabby turned one there.  We brought Courtney home from the hospital to those paneled walls.  And we were crazy in love there.  Newlyweds still, in essence,  trying to make a life and forge a family.

As we pulled into the carport, I felt that familiar pull that can only be described as "Home".  I realized then that is wasn't the house or the town, but the people that I carried within that car, most of all the man behind the wheel that gave me the feeling of home.  After that time I never went back to Idaho and felt at home there.  Not unless he was with me.  Home is where the heart is they say and he has my heart.  Now and for always. 

And wherever he is, I will always be home!

Happy Anniversary Larry!  Let's make the next seventeen just as sweet!

 (An outake from our impromtu photo shoot)