Lately I’ve been thinking about where home is to me…
Here’s a little idea 🙂
Home to me is Friday night fish and chips on my plate.
Home is where the bra comes of and sweatpants come on.
Homes is where Shekinah sings an Opera song, meowing 5 am in the morning until I wake up.
Home is where God’s presence rest and no one is around to tell me what I’m suppose to be. Where it’s easier to remember who I am.
Home is where I continuously clean, because I feel nothing is ever clean enough, but home is also the place I pull the covers over my head when my whole world is tarnished.
Home is where I sing like I have Beyoncé’s voice, dance like I have Michael Jackson’s moonwalk moves and Shekinah is my only fan girl/ groupie.
Home is where my 2nd cup of coffee is waiting, where my Coca Cola is in the fridge and where I am forgiven, appreciated and loved.
Here is some eye candy to indulge in 😍 I’m not a huge house kinda lady.
Oh and home is where I photo bomb Shekinah’ s selfies.