What Home Means to Me

What home means to me... What home means to me is a whole lot more, than four white walls and an oak door. Home is a place where you curl up tight, and sleep soundly through the dark, cold, night. Home is love and care, especially when mom gives a hug like a big old mama bear. A home is a place where you grow and thrive, a home is a place where you feel alive. A home is a place where you watch your kids grow, it's a place where everyone should be able to go. As a child, a home is a place where you grow up, have fun and be wild. In your home, there are windows of glass, as you stare out of them you think, I want this place to last. When you walk through the door and you smell that smell, you become overwhelmed and want to yell, Because you're finally home.