Home is more than a building.
More than a house in which we hold breakfasts and dinners every day.
More than a place where the kids visit after school.
More than a place where we all sleep at night, shower in the morning, and store our toothbrushes.
Home is where the morning cuddles happen.
It’s the space behind my knees where my daughter curls up when we sit together on the couch.
It’s the Friday night dance parties, silly giggles, and the Candy Land games in the kitchen.
Home fills up our essential being, our core.
It is fed and nurtured through regular acts of kindness.
Home is where your soul sighs upon returning.
It is where you do the “comfy dance” after changing into your pajamas after work.
Home is the soil between our roots. It is what gets scooped up whenever we are plucked and replanted.
We bring our home with us wherever we travel. Wherever we move.
It is warmth.
It is love.