A Place so Beautiful

My attention was captured as I came rolling up the hill on Reiter Rd. My foot suddenly stomps on the break of the car and in that exact moment, I am thankful, because my home is beautiful. The glistening blades of grass covered in frost catch my eyes. My eyes continue to look forward and all around me as I try to take in the beauty and perfection of where I reside. Looking out my window, I can sense outside is awfully chilly, but seeing my home made me feel warm. The season is winter and Christmas is almost here. Garland and wreaths with red bows decorate the white porch. White snow sparkles on the black rooftop of a house not too small and not too big. Snow lies untouched in our oversized yard and the sun is lost in a gray sky behind dull clouds. I stop the vehicle to take a moment to thank God for all he has given me. He made this world so beautiful and He has given me a wonderful life. My home is my favorite place to be. The best memories, the best family, and the best friends come from my home. Homes are capable of hosting all kinds of celebrations like Christmas or birthday parties. We have family dinners every Sunday night with all nine of us gathered around the table. Ending the night with a game of Dominoes and sipping on a little bit of red or white wine. Love, laughter, madness, and tears fill my home.

            Google’s definition of home: A place where one lives. My definition of home: A place where one feels safe, where one feels warm, where one can be who they are. Home is where we can laugh loudly, sing obnoxiously, love tenderly, and dance wildly. Home is where one goes to weep on the shoulders of the family when they are feeling sad. Home is where we go when we have no other place to go because home is not just a place where one lives.

            I take my foot off the brake of the car and press the gas pedal. I roll up the gravel driveway, lightly hidden by a thin layer of snow. I pull up and get out of my car, to walk into what I call, my beautiful home.