Home

Home is where hope, hugs, and high expectations live.
It’s the smell of chicken baking in the oven, bread rising on the counter, and Pine Sol mopped floors.
It’s the sound of brothers playing, mama singing, and the soft and happy silence after bed time.
Home is where heart, health, and silly jokes make everything else ok.
It’s the feel of clean sheets, splashing in the tub, and Legos buried in the carpet under bare feet.
It’s the sight of piled laundry, artwork on the fridge, and pictures on every wall.
Home is where messes are made, booboos are kissed, and you always have a place.
It’s the taste of success, of failure in spite of your best efforts, and mama’s apple pie.
It’s the promise of acceptance, the comfort of routine, and knowing you are wanted.
Home is where you love, are loved, and want to be.