Walking into a home, baby is sleeping, coffee is on, big brother is showing off and laughing.
This song might be over played now, but it was the song of my early adult experience in Duluth. "The boys" sat on the porch bare-foot and drank too much cheap beer (like college students do.) while Luke played the banjo and my husband played the guitar and sang, the girls chatted.
Then we grew. We married. We had babies. It couldn't be any more beautiful.
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