I've always considered Orem, Utah, my second home.
Always. No matter where I've lived.
I love the moment when I walk into my old house and I breathe in the familiar air.
I always know that around this time of year, Christmas music will be drifting softly through each room.
Grandpa will be in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.
Or maybe on the couch reading the latest Ensign.
Grandma will be doing a puzzle.
Or baking cookies.
Little cousins are underfoot.
And older cousins are too.
The girls gossip in the lounge room.
While the boys play basketball.
And you feel so snuggly you could burst.