Home

Typically walls and a roof.

Built upon a foundation of love and trust.

The love of the people you let in to your life.

And the trust of knowing that even if you begin to crumble, something will catch you before you get close to hitting the ground.

Often times though, home isn’t found in the walls.

It is found in the slight glimmer in her eyes as she begins to crack a smile.

When you don’t hear her make a sound on the other end of the line because she is laughing so hard.

It is found in the completely comfortable silence during the lull of endless free flowing conversations.

It is just knowing that for a moment in time, someone was thinking about you.

And it is within that scary realization, that you finally notice --

that when you think of them

it feels like

home.