Past The Four Walls

The warm smell of fresh muffins from the kitchen is where home begins for me. Home is the place where I am free to be me. Small moments grow into memories that stay with me. Gentle laughter and conversation echo around me. It is where I am accepted for who I am meant to be. Peace and love always surrounding me. Soft blankets and cushions wrap me in comfort. The fireplace crackles in the living room, bringing warmth to me. My house is not just four walls, it is so much more. It is the place I call home, a place I adore.