Home To Me…

Home to me is a warm bed that I can’t get out of in the morning, a tiny pink toothbrush in the bathroom, and the sound of my husband’s key in the door at the end of the day.

Home To Me…

Home to me is a clean, fresh, lemon-scented living room, open windows, plenty of sun and warmth everywhere, and my mother’s cheese pie baking in the oven.

 


Home To Me…

Home to me is a warm dog curled up by my feet at bedtime.


Home To Me…

Home to me is being around people who can drive me absolutely crazy one moment and make you feel like a million dollars the next. It’s knowing that no matter how hard times get, someone is there for me.


Home To Me…

Home to me is catching fireflies out on the front lawn with my little brother.


Home To Me…

Home to me is where the rags of my life are turned into quilts, lemons become lemonade, and a few extra pounds are simply welcomed as “more of you to love.”


Home To Me…

Home to me is where grass stains are removed from the knees of pants, popsicles are always in the freezer, and tuna casserole actually tastes good.


Home To Me…

Home to me is the sun coming through the kitchen window every morning, my husband at the counter making lunches, my neighbor Karen lending me a cup of sugar, the drone of Bill’s lawnmower every Saturday, and Liz turning on her porch lights at precisely 8 PM.