Home is the smell of freshly baked bread.
Home is walking out the back door and tasting summer - blackberries, blueberries and red raspberries.
Home is baskets overflowing with books, helium balloons floating in the air and toys spilling out of drawers and closets.
Home is sticky faces, messy hands, tangled hair and feet brown with dirt.
Home is never-ending laundry, a sink always waiting to be filled with dishes and a never clean floor, no matter how many times it has been swept.
Home is pancake breakfasts, snuggling with books and staying in pjs way too long.
Home is going out to the garden for dinner - green beans, lettuce, peas and more.
Home is sinking into your own bed, sinking into the familiar knowing that the end of the day is here.
Home is children running, tripping over each other in their eagerness to play and yell and be silly.
Home is trapping groundhogs, the near misses of a spraying skunk and waiting for bats to make their appearance.
Home is a mom and dad, holding onto to one another amidst the chaos, holding onto to who they are and what they are together.
Home is bleary eyed babies reaching for mama, pounding footsteps coming down the hall, a once small girl getting ready before making her morning appearance.
Home is love. Home is comfort. Home is knowing that however far, however long you are gone; when you are ready to come back it will always be there, eagerly awaiting your return.
So happy to be home............
So blessed to have a home..........overflowing with gratitude this gorgeous summer morning.
Praise be to the Father for showing me a fraction of what Home will be like one day.