Home!

HOME! Home , My mom snuggled up with me like the spoon that is dipping deep into the sunday that is sitting in front of me. Home, The smell of peanut butter cookies streaming into my nostrils and the sweet sound of my brother and dad watching a movie with soft buttery popcorn rustling against their hands. Home , The crazy chaos in the morning running around trying to be on time for school for the first time in a while. Home, The dog running so fast down the hill nipping at my soft mittens and barking loudly until I fall off the sled ,then tackling me until he wants to do it again. Home , The perfectly imperfect place that I call home. The place to get a warm hug when you need one, a smile when you need one and that is what I call my home.