Home is where your heart is.
Home is where you are.
Home is where our story begins.
Home is where your cats live.
Home is where the wifi connects automatically.
Home is where your bra comes off.

Oh, Pinterest.  But my favorite:

Home is where your mom is.

And I find that to be more true the longer I’m away from her.  I kept telling everyone I was going “home” for the holidays.  But why?  Utah is not my home. I lived there only a short time.  I am a California girl through and through.  So why did I keep calling it home?  Because my mama is there.  It’s the only thing that makes any sense.

So off to Utah we did go.  Southern Utah, where it’s not snowy.  And just the right amount of cold.  Where the neighbors have horses.  And the town has 3 stoplights.  Maybe even 4 now!  Where the rocks are red and the skies are blue and the stars shine really bright at night and there are always cookies in the kitchen.  There’s something about that little place, I tell ya.  I hadn’t been home in nearly a year, so it was good to be back.

See? I did it again.

And on a side note, happy birthday to that great lady I call mom.