H – April 9, 2014

H is for…Home

“Home is the nicest word there is.” Laura Ingalls Wilder

How true is that statement? That. Right there, sums it all up nicely for me. Home. A house. A place. A family. A feeling. Love. Safety. Peace. Joy. Happiness. Serenity. Home says all of those things for me. The feeling of Home makes me want to yell from the roof tops. 86,400 times a day I am enthralled by the feelings that surround  me because I have “Home”. My home is my family. Home is my friends. Home is my happiness and the place I look for when things are dark. Home brings me out of the dark place and back to the calm lovely light. Serenity. Love and Joy. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling. Home is a gift that is earned, not granted and never merited . Home can’t be bought or consequently sold.  Home never leaves you. Home is comfort and familiarity. Home keeps your secrets safe and offers protection from the cold. Home is in the arms of your person, your best friend: Your one and only  extraordinary forever.  Home is in the snuggles while hidden in blanket forts from your children. Home is the cat hair that blankets our possessions. Home is the comforting taste of a cup of tea made for you by your Mama. Home is the scent of sawdust, leather and newspapers in the cab of your Dads truck.  It’s the sticky kisses and funny jokes from your nephews and it’s in the strength and love of the hug when you say good-bye to your sisters.

Home is everything and it’s everywhere. I love my Home.

10 thoughts on “H – April 9, 2014

    1. It certainly does!!! I asked my kids today what “home” means to them in one word and they replied: supper and clean underwear. Thank you so much for stopping by!


  1. I remember sometimes crying as a child. When I was most upset I always would think “I want to go home” (ok sounds a little like the Wizard of Oz there) and then also thinking “silly, you are home”. It wasn’t until I was a grown up with a house and hubby and kids and furry creatures that I realized I was finally “Home”. It truly is a feeling. I love my parents to bits, but am so grateful that I have found my place in life.


    1. Buddy! I was totally thinking that when I wrote this. When the poo hit the fan 6 years ago, I remember sitting at my Dads crying and saying that very thing “I want to go home but I don’t know where that is!” I am so so happy I finally found home! I am very happy you found it too! xox


  2. You quote one of my Literary Grannies – my A to Z theme for the last two years. I love YOUR descriptions of home: so clear and beautifully, poetically written. Made me smile! So glad to have “met” you in the #azchat!


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