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.