They say home is where the heart is and for me that's an understatement. It’s where I can be raw and vulnerable with no replacement.
Home is where I am strong and weak, it's where I either starve or I'll eat.
It's where my creativity begins, it's where all my family knows love never ends.
It's my go to after a long hard day of work, it’s where I give up or think of my joys and perks.
Home is where I can make me better, home is where my children show joy and comfort and that’s what really matter.
Home is my sanctuary it’s no better feeling especially when you had a day of just dealing and just can’t take it and you're on the road, you think home, I just have to make it
There to repeat again tomorrow and repair…….
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME BECAUSE IT’S WHERE THE HEART IS
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