Home is Where The Story Begins
It’s not a house, it’s a home! When I walk in my door I feel safe and protected , like angels guarding me, my family and my house. I can also be myself and laugh and celebrate my differences like flowers that are singing and dancing to their way of life. I am very, very blessed to have a home that is dry when it rains and warm when the sun is out.I can dream and imagine. But most of all I can be myself and be a kid!