#2,302 My Room.

With scary stormy weather and Ben out of town on business, I decided to pack a little bag and head to mama’s house for the night. When I got here, rotel chicken spaghetti was coming out of the oven and that candle that always smells a little like Christmas and apple cobbler was burning. Home home.

She even washed my sheets and fluffed the comforter in the dryer before I got there to be sure they weren’t dusty and stale. And I swear, somehow, I always sleep best in my childhood bed. 

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Erin

Monday, April 11th, 2016

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