My Home

My Home

From Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul

My Home

What your heart thinks is great, is great. The soul’s emphasis is always right.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Even though I have had many addresses while serving my country (fourteen places over the last ten years), I have had only one home. My home moves with me wherever I am assigned to duty.

My wife Julie has long dark hair, hazel eyes and skin like ivory. When I walk through the door at the end of a long day at the base and see Julie’s face and smell the sweet scent of her perfume, I know that I am home. My children are still young. My son, Daniel, is six, and my daughter, Samantha, is four. My house would not be my home without the sound of cartoons on the television, the children giggling and my family greeting me at the end of each day. Home is my family.

I dream of sending Daniel and Samantha to college. I dream of buying some property in a small town and building a house. I dream of spending my life with Julie and watching our children grow. Home is my dreams.

The blue couch Julie and I bought a few moves ago doesn’t fit well in our new house, but it’s part of our home now. We sit on it together, and I read to my children. Or we just sit and watch television. A friend gave us a red dinner plate a few years ago for Christmas. Along the edges of the plate, written in white letters, are the words, “You are special today.” We only use the red plate on special days. Daniel ate off it on his first day of kindergarten. I ate off it on the first day of my new job. Samantha ate off it on her birthday. We all get to eat off the red plate on our birthdays. Home is familiar things.

My faith is always with me. God is always with me. I share that faith with Julie, and we try to set an example for our children. Our faith bonds our family together and strengthens our home. Home is my faith in God.

Home is more than a house you buy or an apartment you rent. Home is the heart you put into that house or apartment. The love families have for each other is what makes a home complete. When I move to my next duty station, I know my home will be with me because I’ll have the love of my family with me. We’ll bring the things we’ve collected over the years, and we’ll make our next house our home. The red plate will be there, and the blue couch will be there. I’ll have my family, my dreams, my faith in God—and I’ll be home.

Benjamin Pigsley

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