when i have a home of my own, it will be filled with so much love, so much warmth, so much tenderness & quilts & wool socks strewn about, there will be space to be scared, to be vulnerable, to be held, & heard. there will be laughter, there will be closeness, cooking & sharing of recipes & “try this. needs salt, no?” the table will always have food, the door will always be open, there will be touch, there will be compassion, there will be kindness. there will be love, it will be love.