The front path in acrylics. A welcoming open door after a weary hot day. A beloved home. An estate house. Nothing special but it means the world to us. The place where dreams are made. Where lives begin and end. Where memories always fill us with hope and draw us back to where we belong. May your doors always be open to those who love you best. Who will be there to uplift and give and cuddle away our tears. When all else is gone. Reach, reach out and take the strongest hands that will never let go. For all else is dust and sand. Nothing is so important as the warm welcome of home.