What Home Means To Me

Home is the Sunday morning bacon and drawing smiley faces on the window after a hot shower. Its the smell of fresh baked cookies coming from the kitchen and the feeling as you race to get the first one. It’s the loud weekend game nights with my brothers and sister and always trying to get the win. Its where I bring my friends to hang out and the cuddling on the couch on a chilly night with the people I love the most. Its where most of my memories are made. It’s the fun surprise visits I get from my grandparents where they bring me sweets and birthday gifts. Its that feeling when I come home and see my dogs wagging their tails at the door waiting for kisses and cuddles. They get so excited to see me! Its the smell of a home cooked meal that fills me with goodness! Its where I start and where I finish my day. Everyone should have that. Everyone should have a home