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When we bought our house it was an empty shell 

made of wood and glass and chrome…

It wasn’t until our family moved in

that we knew it was our home.

We were driving in our car yesterday…

a car made of metal and rubber and chrome

and, with two grandchildren in the back seat,

that Subaru felt like home.

We celebrated Aden’s birthday at a restaurant

where we sat in chairs made of rubber and chrome

and as we talked and laughed together

that restaurant felt like home.

We went to a movie theater.

We took up a whole row in the hippodrome,

and as I sat there surrounded by family

that theater felt like home.

That night we called our son

and as we talked to him on the phone

standing 600 miles apart

it felt like he was home.

And so I wonder:

Perhaps our home is not only our house 

made of wood and glass and chrome…

Perhaps any place our family comes together

Perhaps that place…is also home.