No garnish, please

Dear Heart,
It was perfect. I always think that Home will have changed in my absence, always fear being a spare part in the organised chaos that is Number 121, but that isn't the case at all. When you belong somewhere you will always fit.
We ate in the Titanic and walked along the beach, jumping of little rocks and watching Pippin walk through puddles. Whilst the others played mini golf, Chloe, Mamma Mia and I sat in the van and wrote our names on the glass.
I love them. They are imperfect perfection. That is all.
Love, Lydia x