When you fell, I kissed your boo boos. In the darkness, I soothed your nightmares, and I baked your favorite apple pie come autumn. Its been a while, but I'll always remember you, and you're always welcome at my hearthside. I had a bite right then and there. My place isn't good enough.
People never seem to know what to do with themselves.
The best gatherings I've ever been to made me feel real comfy. Felt like I could put up my feet, crack a joke and a smile, have a good meal, and feel right at home. Some real compassion and care was at the center of making me feel that way. You want a nice place to sit, Some good food, a place to put your plate and drink without anyone tripping over it. Leastwise, I hope so.