11/52: Home is...

Home, to me, is a very few select things. Most of all, home is my husband. Wherever he is, that is my home. I am fully myself when I am with him, and I believe when you are home, that is how you feel. My husband is the one I want to be with day in and day out, without exception. For that reason, he feels like home to me. Somewhere I can return to after a long or bad day, where I feel comforted and loved. Somewhere I can relax. Somewhere I can have fun + laugh + dance + sing + be happy. A though this somewhere is actually someone, it feels the same for me. It is home.

Growing up, my home was my parent's house, and in some ways, it still is. I actually still live here while we fix up our own house, so it's still a huge part of my life. Even after I leave, though, it will continue to be. I will always consider this house my home. We have created so many memories here as a family + still do. We congregate here every Sunday to spend time together. I love it. It is one of my favorite traditions of ours that started after my sisters moved out. This is where I grew up and where I have always felt comfortable. This is my forever home.

Nicholas and I are also in the process of making our new house our own home. Soon, I will be able to move in, and we will continue the process of making it ours. One day, when we have children, it will be their home. I am so thankful for all of this.

And after all of this, it comes back to him. It honestly doesn't matter where we are, though I certainly prefer some places over others, but in the end, he is my home. To my husband, Nicholas, you are my home.