HOME SWEET HOME

Home is not just some walls of bricks, it is where we all mix. Home is when we are finally back in your den after feeling like frosty the snowman. Home is where we were all born, we all kind of looked like a tiny kernel of corn, or like a little worm. Home is the aroma of the fresh baked cookies just coming out of the oven. Fun fact, we have always been loven. Home is where we sometimes might fight, but it is always evened out with love before the night. Home is where you play with your garden gnome, in your yard’s zone. Home is when you are not alone and feel like a cold stone, it is much more sweet than a honeycomb. Home is where we all grew up with love, it fits like a fuzzy warm glove, and that's because we are all together like turtle doves. Home is not just about you and me it is all about family. Home is home, it is never unknown. It is deep down in our bones. Home is the heart, it is where we make sweet tarts. Together and forever. HOME SWEET HOME.