Home

I just read a book that talked about where your home is. It got me thinking about home. I have always thought my family was my home and they are. Each of my children fill a space in my heart reserved just for them. As they have married and given me grandchildren, my heart has increased to include each one.

I also thought a lot about my actual home in Salt Lake City and how much I loved my house. Of course it had so much to do with my children and all the memories that I have of them. It sits in the middle of neighbors and friends and Church that I love so much. As the years have gone by, I have grown to love my home more and more.

But a funny thing happened to me. I left my home, my neighbors, my friends, my church, my children and I moved half way around the world, and I still feel like I am home. My children are still so much a part of my life, my friends still love me and support me. I am experiencing the joy of meeting new friends and neighbors who I am growing to love. The Church has filled an incredible void.

But I have realized the real reason that I feel like I am home is because of Scott. He is here with me, supporting me every day. He is so fun and funny, and we really enjoy each other's company. I am one lucky girl because no matter where I am, if Scott is with me, I am home.