Home

I am not sure there is a more revered word than home. For me, no matter how tiring, frustrating, or melancholy my day might be, when I drive into my old farmhouse’s driveway, my heart is filled with a soft and joyful peace.

Home is where our hearts stand still with tranquility. Just the thought of home takes us back to a world of love and serenity—where all is right with the world.

We all long for this ideal home. It’s where comfort and love live forever. It’s a place of rock-solid reassurance and acceptance. It’s where our parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, children, and friends are waiting for us with open arms and smiling faces. Home is where all of us belong.

And nothing, nothing takes you home like a piece of homemade pie!

Eat pie, love life.