My little brother gave me a book of writing prompts and one of them asks, "What does home mean to you?"
What does home mean to me? Good question.
It's a safe haven. It's a place to find comfort. It's a place to laugh. It's a place to rest when you are down. It's a place where people support you no matter how stupid you have been or are being. It's a place where God is at the center. It's a place where you can be yourself.
A place of love. A place of inside jokes. A place of delicious food and lunches packed for your school day. A place to cheer for your sports teams. A place to play music and sing hymns. A place of spontaneity. A place where your family makes you play board games even when you don't want to.
Home is a place of midnight snacks and Halloween parties in the garage and New Year's buffets. Home is going to all three of your brother's basketball games on Saturdays and your sister's dance performances. Home is being there for each other no matter what. Home is family.
I'm so thankful for the home that my family provided for me. I hope that one day I can have that kind of home. What does home mean to you?