At Home

Arriving at home with the smell of fresh cookies in the air but my doggos are giving me a stare [and i know why] . The feeling of fresh washed sheets and trying to fall asleep and the cozy feeling of my dogs cuddling with me. Hearing my dogs scratching at the door then coming in to give them a big warm hug and the love they give me is what really counts for family. Over by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa while watching a movie on a cold winter day. My grandma's cooking fills the air and that's what I love about home. Every day is better than the last and the memories that we make are the best thing that can happen. That's what feels like home to me.