It's walking through the door knowing you are welcomed and accepted because you are loved.

The people there have been waiting for you.

Playing your favorite music and dancing because no one will laugh at you. Matter of fact, they'll probably join in.

Sitting by the fire reading, with your spouse beside you; no words need to be spoken to convey the love.

Tucking your child into bed and praying, "Now I lay me down to sleep".

Flowers planted by the front door by the child who started them from seed.

Memorial Day barbeques with extended family gathered around.

Home is where your accomplishments are celebrated, and your bad days don't feel so bad.

Placing your favorite ornaments on the Christmas tree and telling the story about where each one came from.

It's the spare bedroom saved for the child who visits from college.

It's where all the neighborhood children gather, well into their teens.

Home is the place where your fondest memories were created.

Home is your safe haven from the outside world!

Sticks and stones don't make the home,
Where love fills every room.

This is my meaning of home~Paula