Monday, 30 July 2012
Where my Heart is.....
We all have houses, some small, some massive, some humble, some majestic. Whatever its size, one thing that is true is the saying "Home Sweet Home". Ask any traveller, any holiday maker, what the best thing about travelling is and the thoughtful ones will say "going home". Is it going home to bricks and mortar, wood and trusses? No, it's going to that place where we belong, a place of warmth and acceptance, a place that folds around us like a favourite blanket. Home is my family, their love, their smiles, their happy chatter. Home is my hand in my husband's, hugs from my daughters, the smell of toast. Home is that one-of-a-kind place where I can just be me and I am loved for that very reason, the uniqueness of 'me'. Home is right there where my heart is, the centre of my being, and that centre is my family, they are the ones that give me my warm fuzzy feeling. When I think about 'home', I think about them. I think about walks at twilight, movie nights and breakfast table talks. I am never far from home, because home is where I hang my memories. If you flutter by here, share your memories of your 'home' with me.
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