Home Sweet Home

Home to me is a warm embrace that fills our heart and comforts our soul with a homemade meal and the comfortable reading nook that you curl up in with your favorite book. A home isn't four walls and a roof, but a place of heart, a place of hope. Home is a place where the tiny sparks of our dreams and wishes grow into possibilities and journeys. Home is a safe space to share our feelings and thoughts. Home is a place where there is always a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to help you up, and never let go. Home is the place where the little cry of a new born baby turns into a teenager moving away to university, saying goodbye to the space they called home. Home is the heart. Home is the warm hug that wraps around you and makes your heart feel so euphoric and filled with love. Home is where memories are made. Home to me is the laughter of children on Christmas morning and the aroma of my papa's famous buttermilk pancakes waiting to be gobbled up. Home is the place where we keep trying. Home is where we remember that every challenge that gets thrown our way, just builds up our strengths and makes our family stronger. Home is not a brick house where you open your door and hear the ear splitting sirens on the street, and breathe in the polluted air that makes you hack and cough. Home to me is the vanilla scented candle on my counter and the soft whispers of our inside jokes. Home is a place where we can kick our feet up on the table when we need to relax. Home is also a place where we can let our free flags fly in peace and respect for one another. No matter what you call home, home is home, and that is something that will never change. Home is where we talk about the past and plan for the future ahead of us. Home is a wonderful journey.