Meaning of Home = Love

Home, four walls one roof a floor of wood. Not a home with worldly things, not a home lined with shiny things. A home adorned with memories. A place we learn all of our firsts, surrounded by people we love the most. A place we enter every day knowing that we are adored. Home. Home, where laughter fills the air. Where we find ourselves knowing others will not care. Where we can experience everything, where we are encouraged to dream, and never back down even when we don’t succeed. Where people have our back. You are surrounded by the people you love. The people we know we can rely on, the people who hold us when we cry, the people who are always by our side. The people that saw us take our first walk, the people that were there from the start. The people we met later, who saw us succeed and fail. The people who make a home, home. So as I conclude, I think Home isn’t just four walls one roof and a floor. Home isn’t just one place. Our memories don’t all happen in one day, they don’t all happen in one place, To me, home is so much more than just a house, Home is wherever I know I'm loved no matter what, so it can be A nook, a park, a loft, a country, a city, your sport. No matter what home is to you, it shares one common thing, A person, people who make a home, home. The people that show up in your life, and prove they are there for you. Smiling, crying, joy. A home of love and care, a place we learn to share where we learn to love with care. Home.