My Blessed Home

Home! Such a small but powerful word. This beautiful word can mean so many different things to so many different people. For me, home is my safe place. The place where I can be myself, and feel comfortable and loved. I can be silly, and serious, jump around, laugh, and cry. I can be ME! In my home, no one judges me. I can freely express myself and give my opinion and be heard. My home has allowed me to dance around and figure out who I am. Home is not just a place for me, it is my feelings, memories, and special moments all wrapped up in one. It is filled with beautiful memories of my childhood with my parents, siblings, and my extended family. Home is where I belong, where I wake up to the sounds of birds singing to me and the sun shining on me. The smell of my mom's delicious eggs, chicken bacon, and coffee. This puts an instant smile on my face and warms my heart. My memories in my home make me smile and give me a sense of belonging. As an unknown author said, “Having a place to go is home, having someone to love is family, and having both is a blessing.” I am so blessed to have a home in which I am protected and loved and to have an amazing family that is always by my side.