When I Come Home

When I come home, I feel the force field of love hit me in the face. I feel safe, loved and like no one can get me. When I come home, my two big, loving dogs come and greet me at the door. They block the door to get inside to get the love they deserve. When I finally get my outdoor clothing off, I run and pet them. My hand touches the soft, fluffy fur that keeps the love and warmth in them. When I come home, I can smell the fresh, cooked food. When I come home, I wrap my arms around my dad, mom, sister, and my two dogs. When I come home, memories flow to my mind. Memories like when my grandparents gave me presents for my birthday and Christmas, or the time I came home to find my grandparents waiting in the warm living room filled with memories and love. Or the time I was sick, or when my dog jumped on her hind legs to see if my mom was coming from my other dog’s walk. She really wanted that walk. I think that everyone should have a safe place to share memories and love. I think that I am so lucky to live in a nice, safe, loving place with my family. I think that everyone should have a warm place to come home to.