How i see my home

I see my home in many different ways, I love coming back to my dog Ozzy. He greets me in the best way, his tail goes at least the speed of sound. His smile is the cutest thing in the world. I love coming back to a full pickle jar. Pickles are the best thing in the world, the garlic smell and the taste of heaven. I love the stress of playing with my friend trying to beat her in every battle like it's a life or death situation. I love the sound of my brother's rage bait, well not really but it does sound like home to me. I think I am very lucky to have a home where I am safe from the elements. At home I feel love and courage, I love coming back with a smile on my face, and it makes my family feel good too. I feel so happy when I get dinner served at my hands. And a dirt bike to make sure my life is good. I love my home