Home

The house is the door, but the home Is what you find inside.​ Home for me Is as warm as a fresh tray of Fuge brownies, it full of life like a den briming with kits, home is a tray of chocolate chip cookies with a glass of milk. It can be as messy as toddlers eating spaghetti, it’s a pair of warm fuzzy slippers fresh out of the dryer.​ It's as playful as a baby bunny playing in new spring grass, it's as bright and warm as a late summer afternoon. And It's as colorful as an early morning sky deep into November, home is as quite as a spring day and as gentle as a fall breeze.​ Home is where every messy mistake can turn blossom into something extraordinary.​ Home is where culture, love and memories can spill over the edge​