Love at Home

When you hear the word "home," what do you think of? Do you think of the physical building? Do you think about what home means to you? What feelings does the word "home" spark?

Let me tell you about what comes to my mind when I hear the word "home."

The first thoughts that come to my mind are:

I have had the ability to live life without three of my four children for ten months. I don't wish that ability on ANYONE. My older three were forced to live with my sister during this time while my husband and I got help for our depression and move out of an apartment complex that did not care about our health. My view on what home was drastically changed.

I now view home as a place where there is fun, noise, chaos, but above all else ... love. We live in an area where everyone works together and has fun outside. My younger girls get along almost all the time and bring me lots of smiles. The older two are growing up fast and for us to spend time together is great.

Home to me is not a physical building but rather where all my family is at that time.