Home

Have you heard the saying "Home is where the heart is"??

I'm sure we all have, but what is a home?

The house I grew up in at one time in my life was my home. My first home. Then, I met Nick. When I turned 18 I moved in with him in a little house my dad rented out. Then we moved up here and have lived in 3 different places in the area before we bought our house and settled down. I consider this house my home. It's not much, it's not luxurious, but it's my home.

Why do I consider this my home? It's a building that I reside in, but why is it my home? My husband is here, my son is here, and my friends are here. This area, not my house is my home.

I'm reminded of a quote by Martin Luther: Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.

That is so very true. Nick comes home, and when I'm here when he gets in, I hug him the moment he walks in the door. Supper or plans for supper is ready. But when he leaves, I feel empty inside. He is my husband and my home. From the great Emily Dickinson: Where thou art, that is home.

Back this up by Jane Austen: There is nothing like staying home for real comfort.

How many Friday nights have you sat in the comfort of your home and was a family? Whether it be playing games or watching movies. You are together, you are home.

My thoughts: I'm not here to confess my undying love for my husband, I think it's safe to say that you all know I'm more in love with him today than I was yesterday. But the point of this is to say, my home is with my husband and my son. They are my home, my comfort, and the reason I get up in the morning. So, look around you, are you home?