Home is a Haven

A house is more than brick and stone or paint on the walls. Houses are made out of paint, bricks, roofs and four walls, but a home holds memory. Each room holds something in our hearts. Home is a place where I can cuddle up and watch a movie while eating chips, popcorn and candy. I love the taste of sundaes that my dad makes. In the morning when my mom opens the curtains and yells ‘’Wake up!’’ the sun shining in my eyes is peaceful and I fall back asleep. But when I hear her yell “Breakfast!” I jump out of bed and run down the stairs. The word home makes me think of comfort and joy. Home has laughter with funny moments too. The grass grows and the flowers bloom. Bees and wasps fly around as we swim in the pool. I duck under the water until they go away. Dad comes to the rescue and swats them away. When it's time to get out, my cold feet touch the bushy, cold grass. Mom makes lunch. She makes salad and fries that make my heart bloom. As my heart grows, more memories are made. Snowball fights, swimming, playing and eating lunch in the backyard. I love snowy mornings and making snow angels in the snow. When my mittens are wet and my ears are cold, my mom brings me hot chocolate with marshmallows and sprinkles. I burn my tongue with chocolatey hotness. We go back outside to snowmen here we come! We grab some carrots and find some rocks. Dad and Mom roll the snow in big balls and make a family of four. My sister goes and gets some twigs. No more outside because it's a blizzard, but we have board games. Let's play the game of Lizards! Mom lights her vanilla-scented candles “HEY I WANTED TO BLOW THAT OUT!” “Too bad sista!’’ The next board game is Life. What a cup of cheer, but now for supper Mom and Dad are having deer! I say “Nope!” so I get soup! “It's getting late. Guess it's bedtime!" What an eventful night. It's time to brush my teeth and wait for more surprises! I dream about roses. “Breakfast” Mom calls I hop out of bed and run down the stairs while almost falling. Something smells delicious. Home is a haven where love fills the air with happiness, joy, sadness, cheer, bliss and more memories are made. A home has 4 walls, roofs, beams that hold the roof up, paint, and warmth. Home is a haven with love. Home is a paradise full of love. Home is a starting place of love, hope and dreams. The magical thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back to. Home is where love resides and memories are created. A home is an abode of joy. Home is the nicest world there is. Home, the spot of earth supremely sweeter than the rest.