My loving home

In my home I feel safe and loved. In my house I see a roof above. I see stairs, and windows. A chair. But in my home, I see love everywhere. I might see a roof, a window, a chair. But I love my family and they love me back. I can smell, see, hear and touch. When I first move, I might be scared or nervous but my family turns my house into a home. My home is safe and in the end everything works out. I have a smile for every sun that rises and every moon that dawns above the sky at night. My home reminds me of popcorn and family movie night. Listening to the bird's tweet in the misting morning air. Night time walks with my feet squishing under the dewy wet grass. My home is my family. Family makes my home my home and I love them both.