Home

Where do I even start? To me, home doesn't mean a house with walls and a roof, it's a place where my heart is. It's where I feel safe, loved, special and where I belong. Where memories are created and where problems are healed with love. Where I could act like myself and know I'm surrounded with love. My home is filled with family, laughter, happiness and where my dreams are created. The smell of the cheesy pizza come out of the oven with our favorite pasta. Everyone smiling on our dinner table while watching the smoke come out of the fresh pizza straight out of the oven. Not leaving one crumb on the plate because of the amazing taste of it. The taste of it just brings more light into my home and family. It feels amazing to be able to hold the pizza and to think that it was made with love. I see the beautiful snow falling from the sky while my family and I are playing with my dog. Not doing anything but laughing and smiling and enjoying the feeling that who i'm surrounded by is my home. I feel my parents tight bedtimes hug and never want this feeling to end. Feeling like I'm not only in my home, I'm surrounded by my home. The sound of my family and I singing every Friday night to some of our favorite songs at the table. The beautiful sound it creates in our ears makes me feel like I never want this sound to stop. Home could be a house to some people, a feeling, a taste, a sound or even a smell. But my home is different from that, it's my family.