as the snow falls gently covering up our footsteps from the driveway to the porch,
you put your hand in mine and we wander inside,
the rug beckons for our boots, and the coat rack adorns our latest puffy jackets and scarves,
the night sky cries out for a fire and glasses of wine,
cuddle me close in warm plaid blankets.
spring rolls in and little pink blossoms bud on the barren trees out our front window,
as the frost melts away from the roof, we throw on our running clothes and take a jog,
laughing along the way and taking in the fresh air,
the sun shines brightly and the breeze is refreshingly perfect,
picnics on our porch, lemonade and sweet tea always in the fridge.
summer brings on the brightest amount of sunlight shining through our huge windows in the kitchen,
as i sit on the island in the middle and you cook a late morning breakfast,
and smile at me from time to time as i drink my coffee and check the latest online updates,
then it is sangria in the backyard, out by our pool,
as the sun kisses our skin, in the heat of the day.
fall rushes in with gusts of wind and colored leaves flutter to the ground,
we rake the front yard together and act like ten year olds again,
evening walks, and cute cardigans, this is one of my favorite seasons,
so romantic, you sweep me off my feet, and take me into town,
for an evening if memories and warmth.
over the past whirlwind of seasons,
you havent failed to hold my hand through it all
and have blessed me with sweet forehead kisses.
and in between seasons, vacations existed,
from beaches to backpacking,
we have seen plenty,
but nothing compares,
to our sweet house that is more than just that,
its a place where memories are made
and where all the seasons are seen,
its our home, together.
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