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Doorway

My front door. It's not a particularly pretty front door. It's brown. I added a shabby chic wooden heart to it (I bloody love a shabby chic heart). But this is a special door. This is the door I walked through when I brought my first house with a boy (well man you know what I mean). The door I left as a Wetton dressed in white and returned a happy Conway. 

It's the door I brought my first baby through. And my second. The door I have pushed endless buggys out of, and have stood at in my pyjamas waving goodbye with my children to their Dad as he goes off to work. 

This doorway is very special. I haven't the (shabby chic) heart to leave it. 


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