What Home Means to Me
What home means to me is a place to take cover during a storm, with howling winds and gallons of rain. It is place where we say thanks for what we have achieved and what we are given. It is a place filled with Grandma and Grandpa, Mother and Father, Brother and Sister. It’s where we cuddle and kiss. It’s where we live. It’s a place made with wood, bricks, pipes and more, but with us in it, it is made of love. We are blessed and we are graced with good health and family and our house. Without our house we would be sad and miserable. And when we move I hope the next family will feel the same way.