home

Everyone always says home is were the heart is. But is that really true? 
To me home is were my family is.
Home is were the cookies are, and were I can be me.
Home to me is my sanctuary, a place of peace, happiness, and love.
The one thing all homes have in common is that they all have love waiting inside them.
Someone once said " It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can make a home."
My home is special, crazy, and like no other.
Even when I can hear screaming from outside the front door I know that once I walk inside I'll find love.