Home is where the heart is.

I always seem to get a warm, fuzzy feeling each time I visit my mom, dad and brother. Maybe it's their endearing personality only I can love, or the sense of safety I feel at home again. I've been blessed with such an understanding mom and dad, and my brother is my best friend. It's funny how friends have come and gone in my life, yet I know I can always return home to find true friends. Now that I'm married and starting a family of my own (no children, dogs only ;) ) I've come to appreciate my family more. They used to embarrass the shit out of me, even drive me up the wall; but now, I laugh with them constantly.Thank God, wherever he may be, for all of the love and happiness in my life. <3 Amen!