I drive by this abandoned old house every day. It's on a two mile stretch of road and is surrounded by corn fields, a horse farm and several other abandoned buildings that continue to be torn down on occasion. I'm not sure why, but I always get a feeling of sadness when I drive by it...it's a beautiful old stone house and my mind wanders off to who lived there and what their story was. I suppose the feelings of sadness relate to a hope that whomever lived there considered the house a home, and a place of warmth, comfort and safety. Before I get too deep in my thoughts, though, I've arrived home with just the right amount of reflection to try my best to provide those very same things to my girls...and a better understanding of the simple four-letter word 'home'.