Home

Home is not a place we live, it is a place where we are loved and where we belong. Home is skidding down the icy steep mountains on small snow covered skis with the cold nipping at my toes and fingertips. Home is the chirping birds and the towering pine trees. Home is watching the dancing flames crackling as they toast a crispy gooey marshmallow. Late at night home is watching the last of the campfire coals slowly die out and gazing at all the stars and the breathtaking constellations. Home is where people love you unconditionally. Home is where you share love that can never be broken. Home is when you fall down someone is there to help you back up no matter what. Home is sharing a steaming hot homemade meal as we talk about old memories or new ideas. Home is when you have every right for an education, for a roof over your head and you're never ashamed of what gender you are, what skin color you have or who you are inside. Home is being able to set our own boundaries, make our own limits to achieve and accomplish anything no matter who or what you will become. Home is the stage for all our moments, the setting for our life long journey, the microphone for our stories and the cage for our memories. Home is the memories that will be with us forever, the stories that get passed down for generations and home is the burning love that we can rely on for all our lives.