My front door...it may not be the biggest, fanciest or nicest home in the world - but it's mine...and it's ours. Behind this door is the man I will spend the rest of my life with. I come home everynight and am greeted with puppy kisses and a hug from my husband.
Bad days at work don't matter anymore.
And that wreath has got to come down....geesh, it's January.
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