“there’s no place like home. there’s no place like home. there’s no place like home” - dorothy

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<<this years summer shoes - my version of the ruby slippers>>

friday night lucas had a break-down. we were on day eight of a trip that was supposed to only be four days long. he missed his dad. sobbing. he missed his house. more sobbing. he missed his ice cream truck. sob, sob, couldn’t catch his breath sobbbbbbing. my mom visited us in the yellow bedroom snatched up my crying little gavi-baby so i could snuggle lucas in his heartbreak. once they all quieted down we hustled through the late night hours and packed up the green passat after deciding to leave the broke-down (sob, sob, sniff, sniff) gray passat behind.

we’re home.