Home…
Home is a happy word.
At least it should be.
Home is supposed to be a word that smells like fresh baked cookies, a word that hugs, a word that wraps you up like an old quilt and warms you. Home is a word originally designed to sound like a sweet, familiar song that soothes your soul.
Home is meant to be a wide open word, an ever expanding word, always ready to set another place at the table. It is a word that breathlessly runs to meet the friend, the stranger, the outcast, the prodigal and says “I’m SO glad you are here!”
Home is a word meant to be shared.
It’s a word that should be more about generosity than geography.
Home was always meant to be a happy word.
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carbonated joy 