We...

Hugs and kisses... We have a lot of these to go around with in the family.

It is joyful to come home to the smile of my mom, the longing hug of my dad, the flattery of Aaron, the smell of Baby and the company of Ebon.

I have no appropriate words for my family in this blog. I am taking this moment to allow the warmth of the love i feel for them simmer in my heart.

Much of who I am now is because my family has accepted all my flaws - ignored them- and love me anyway. If friends are supposed to provide us with love, a family should provide us with unconditional love.

That is the love that is felt in every nook and corner of our home. For me it is like a warm, soft pillow to rest my head on. It is like a warm soup that soothes you after you have gone in from the rain. It is the flicker of hope when all hell breaks loose and it is the boulder to support your feet when suddenly everything falls apart. It is not perfect. It just is.

Words are not enough to convey what i really mean. But if only all peoples could experience what family is all about, If only you who reads this understand what i am writing about, Then this world will be a better place, one warm heart at a time, one loving kiss and hug at a time.

"Home is where the heart is". "Home is where the heart rests". These are not cliches. They are in fact brave attempts to describe the state of loving and peace that is WE...