This weeks prompt is 'Home'. To me a house is just a building, but when there is love, that's a home. I have been blessed with a close and loving family and husband. I remember growing up listening to my friends trash their parents & siblings, saying how much they hated them. I never felt that way about my parents or my brother. Don't get me wrong - we did have arguments - some pretty bad - but I never felt that teenage angst that so many of my friends did. So to me home & love are synonymous.