What My Home Means to Me…
Every season brings a different meaning of home to me.
It means in winter, my dad flooding our backyard rink for hours and hours so we can skate together as a family and come back in the warmth of our house with a mug of hot tea.
It means in spring, my brother and I go Easter egg hunting around the house.
Summer means fun, week long sleepovers with my cousins and splish splashing in the pool.
And in the fall, my papa drives my brother and me to school everyday as I start a new year at Christ the King School.
I am very lucky to have a home with many special times and wish I could help others to make their own memories of home.