I'm linking up again this week with Gypsy Mama for 5 minute Friday.  Today's topic is Home- here are the rules:

In just five minutes.

To paint a verbal picture. To just write and not worry if it’s just write or not.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.

Enjoy!!Home….such a relative term isn’t it? Home means so many things to so many people, but here is what home means to me. Home is holding your newborn daughter for the first time and realizing you were a mother before, but now you are a mom. Home is seeing the look on your son’s face when you give him his first cell phone and loosen the apron strings a little so he can start being more independent from you. Home is spending one on one time with your son watching a movie he wants to see, no matter how foolish it seems (or how many times they say the word fart!). Home is also remembering when you first starting dating your husband and being thankful that he chose you to spend forever with. In light of father’s day, home also means remember back when your dad was the only man in your life and how special you felt when he cooked your favorite meal and greeted you by picking you up when he got home from a weekend away for Guard duty. It’s remembering grandfathers who have passed and trying to hold on to the memories you shared. Home also makes me think of the song by Miranda Lambert “The House that Built Me” – home is a place with 4 walls, but it also a place in your mind where life is lived and love is shared. Some days I long to go home to a time before work, kids, and the demands of life- and yet I remember how much in those times I longed for a life full of work, kids and life. Home….