Home is where the family is, right? Not necessarily. Home is the family you make.
Home may be where bloodlines do not exist but truth and love persists.
Loved ones have gathered, over time to share in your hearts dreams celebrating every point in between.
Breaking bread, sharing recipes and midnight making beds, sleep overs, not planned because they don’t have to be.
Pains shared, cut in half, the listening ear knows no gender, class or race but embraces the heart.
Friends, formed for life, meld together an exotic zen of earthy crunchiness; an urban blend.
We sip our coffee sometimes tea reminiscing about life and it’s possibilities.
We are a place of safety, each one though not many are plenty, enough to call home a family grown by love.
Created by Exposed Loving, 2016