What Home Means To Me

Home is the warmth when the world feels cold, a place memories that will never fade are made. It's the laughter lingering throughout the halls. The fireplace where the warm fire crackles, a comfort that wraps me, keeping me comfortable on frigid nights. Home protects from the world's storms, and the challenges that are thrown at you. Home is light in the darkness, a beacon that shines bright. Home is the place where you can cry and nobody will judge you. Home is where you can be yourself, the place that's with you every step of the way. The moments that are shared, no matter how big or how small. It's the place that will stay steady no matter how rocky life gets. Home is where roots run deeper than the sea, and the place with so much history, love and family. Home is the comfort of knowing you’re cared for and you are seen. The home’s gentle hum when all are asleep, telling you that it loves you, just as much as you love it. Home is the spark of hope and the coldest days, knowing that one day the people you love will come back okay. The pictures that hang throughout the halls, the ones that rattle when you run down the stairs. The steps creak when you step down them, each echoing a memory, soft days spent, whispering stories of where we’ve been. The doorbell rings a little song, a sweet reminder that you belong, a welcome that lingers clear, calling you home, drawing you near. Home is the place where time slows down, and where you can shed your crown. The place where laughter fills the air and you will always know, your family will be there. And no matter what, love will always be there.