Man, I love coming home. St. Louis is actually hard to capture.
A man does not have to stay at home all day, in order to love it; why should a woman?
I love caring for my home and family.
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
I love home. I'd rather be at home than anywhere else.
Your home is your sanctuary. You need to make it a place you love to be in.
I live in a market town in a mill house with the river running both sides and Somerfield's car park only a loose nine iron away, and I really, really, really love it.
I love to walk in the door of my home and love what I see.
