Home as always been the place I can go where I feel safe and secure. It is the place where love abounds. It’s where it is always a mess of toys and dirty dishes. It’s a place of wonder and questions. It’s a place of “who done it” and “nobody”.
Home is where you can be you without the judgement of others. It’s where it is warm from the cold and cool from the heat. It is where all your most prize possessions reside. It’s where you can stay and never leave. It’s where tears are shed and hearts are healed. It’s where love is found and happiness survives.
Home is where memories are made and remembered. It’s where water is wasted and experiments become creations. It’s where learning takes place and character is made. It’s where forgiveness is rendered and grace still flows.
Home is where you invite your friends and grow your relationships. It’s where you hold tight those you love and never let go. It’s where you sleep to dream and dream to live. It’s where you grow old and move on and someday be remember by the “home” you created.