22 years ago home for me was a quiet, comfortable and a protected place. A place I was being cared for and loved. In the calm of the womb of my mother.
So today I am dedicating what home means as inspired by this woman.
A woman who is absolutely hilarious, has a wonderful smile, and can’t go a day without singing, talking and caring for her flowers. A woman who loves her home and taking care of it in every sense of what that could mean. An eccentric woman who is always looking to have fun no matter happens, and I have thankfully been able to witness her bloom over and over again.
So I will tell you what home is.
Home is a place full of flowers.