Family

Home to me is….. my dog barking when my dad comes home from work as if she’s she’s yelling DADDY’S HOME! Or the crisp air when I’m skating on my family’s pond. The excitement when my Grampy comes for his morning visits with a pocket full of peppermints that some how always taste better then if I bought them at the same store. The tears, the happiness, the joy, the fear, from late night family movies and hiding yawns so I can watch the end. The splinters in my socks from Stella sraching the floors. The soreness after a hockey pratice feels like I can never move again but I do slowly but surely I get back up and go again. The delicious home cooked food at my Grammys house for supper is so good that I always want more I never get full and the joy when she said derset time! Home to me is my family.