Home Means Love

When I think of home I think of love and family, all of my memories wrapped up so tight .Home is where I can cuddle up in my pjs and sit on the couch with my whole family . Home is not a house, it's a feeling and a place where I know I'm safe. Home is not a house. Houses have walls, a roof and a floor. Life is a rollercoaster but home keeps going. home is where i belong. Home is where we get back from a hockey game and order more pizza than we can eat and get grandma and grandpa over and have so much fun me and my little sister always get crazy. Home means love.