Home is Love

Home is love. Home is wherever my family stays. Home is hearing, home is hearing the barks and growls of my loving dogs. Home is smell; home is the smell of freshly baked bread straight from the oven baked with compassion Home is feeling. Home is the feeling of the soft couch beneath me and clean bed sheets I sleep in. Home is sight, Home is seeing the beautiful trees out my window and the shiny cars passing by. Home is love