Home is where the heart is, the place you hang your hat and set your boots. Home is the place you remember from youth that isn’t quite the same when you visit years later. Home is being chased out of your grandmother’s kitchen when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Home is the place you sleep, eat, and make love. Home is your favorite memory.
Each of us etches out in our thoughts our favorite places. These places bring us closer to happiness, closer to each other, and closer to ourselves. Combined the memories we carry from each of the places we’ve been form our conception of hearth and home.
Each memory contains in it a string of emotion. The emotional feelings that bind us to a place form our experiences. These feelings and experiences together give those memories strength, which in turn strengthens the value of home. This strength can move mountains, it is the majick that binds the universe, it is love.
I have many memories that I called home at one time or another. They bind my concept of hearth and home together and give me a true understanding of what a good home truly is. Today I have the greatest gift of a home that anyone can have, I have a home that shares memories with another that is bound with me in similar living events that has created us this memory. We with our unique experiences have formed this our home, amen.