Magnolia blossoms
NPR playing in opened door garages
The feel of oriental rugs beneath my toes
Well worn t-shirts
The smell of sawdust
A certain someones laugh
The color blue
Late nights of read-a-loud stories
Waking up to the sun
The open water
Hardwood floors
The smell of rosemary
Fuzzy boy heads filled with cowlicks and bits of sunshine
The sound of coffee brewing
Gold rings
Theses are all, for me, symbols of home