For me, Home is the comfort and familiarity of my own bed.
As a business traveler, I enjoy the luxury of a bed I don’t have to share with a husband, a dog and a couple of cats.
I love the feel of clean sheets every night and the softness of a good mattress.
I delight in the silence of a good book.
But at the end of the week
I am thrilled to come home a dirty sheets, to a dog that takes her half of the bed out of the middle and to cats that announce it is time to get up by scratching at the window blinds. I feel blessed to have a husband who insists on telling me all about his book while I am trying to read mine.
Nothing say HOME like my own bed.
Redbuds and Roserocks 