Where is Home?

Home is hearing your children laugh at your husband from three rooms away while he's tucking them in and reading a bedtime story. It's messy faces and full stomachs. 

Home is walking down Main Street and being greeted by familiar faces, all of them wondering where time went. And always saying, "Have a nice day," to the young girl bagging groceries at the market. 

Home is driving to your favorite place and watching the sunset, with radio as loud as it can go. It's laughing until your ribs ache with those who love you best.

Home isn't only four walls. It's happiness and forgiveness and everything in between. 

Home sounds like such a wonderful place, I can't wait to find my own.