The Heart of a Home

I am grateful for a home Snuggled up all comfy on the couch for family movie night. With the sight of smiles filled with light Home is like a huge shiny, sparkly pot of gold that you find at the end of a beautiful rainbow Laughter fills the air as we bond with one another the pounding heartbeat of my guardian that loves me, as I lay my head on their chest I am grateful for a family who loves me, that right there, is a true test The scrumptious Shepards pie meal on the dinner table, how did I become so lucky? Home is like an infinite best friend, it comes with care, love, protection, and will always be by your side at all costs, I am beyond lucky. Home is precious, it is like a brand-new pair of fresh sneakers. They hug you for eternity, but you get used to them. They lead you with comfort and care. Home is like a new pair of Superior crisp sneakers. A House covered with dust and fleas. But home is filled with crazy, magical memories Whether a house is made of drywall, wood, or even metal I am still unbelievably blessed for a roof over my head and a meal on the dinner table. But most important, my phenomenal adoring, yet sometimes annoying, family that I love unconditionally I suppose the saying is real.. A home is where the heart is. And that is one thing I can assure you is more than the truth Home is like a glittery, golden metal that you win at the end of a race. But a home is not a race, and you will never see the end of the love that comes with it. I am incredibly, unconditionally, and irrevocably grateful for a home.