You.

With your shaggy blonde hair and large brown eyes. A smile that spreads from one side of your face to the other. My baby, I close my eyes and picture you cuddled up on my lap. You are my someone to come home to.

You.

With your belly giggles and head full of questions. That sweet red hair has adorned your noggin since the day were born. I pray the wonder in your eyes never leaves, and your love for learning only grows. You are my someone to come home to.

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Then there is you.

With your arms that can pull me in close—I don’t feel them enough. With your words that can slowly bring me off this cliff I sometimes stand on—between the noise and chaos, I wish I heard them more. That smile, it is sometimes stolen from stresses you have and the burdens you carry—but know you are never alone. After all this time, you are my someone to come home to. My first someone, my forever someone.

It doesn’t matter what life brings to our doorstep, or what lies ahead that we can not see. The crazy, the messy, the beautiful world we have created. I may need some quiet occasionally, but the clatter of tiny feet hitting a wood floor, the sound of giggles that echo from the bathtub, the love that fills the rooms, and the touch of your lips right before we say goodnight—that is where my heart belongs.  When I leave, you stay with me until I make it through the doors of our home, back to where you are.

You, my family, you are my someone to come home to.

Kayla Friehe

Kayla Friehe is a wife and mother of two young boys. She loves wine, chocolate, and binge watching Netflix-- sometimes all at once. In her spare time she enjoys blogging about motherhood and day dreaming of sleep.