Home is Where I Belong

Home is where I belong, where I can sleep with two little dogs and their little paws. Memories in frames, I walk by every day thinking of that very moment. Cold days, hot chocolate, warm days, cold iced tea with my besties, just them and me. In my home I bake fresh cookies, pinch perogies and roll out pasta noodles with my family. In a house, anyone could bake and cook other meals, not just me. A house is just the bones, but in a home, there are family dinners, movie nights and board game nights. Home is where I belong.