I have always felt that home is about space—our space, my space. Home is more than brick and mortar, though it is the light streaming through a window, lighting up that room that I used to associate most with home. In the fleeting moment when I took this portrait however, I realized that home was more than that. Home is the familiar, the comfortable; it is the mundane—but all the more precious because of it. Home is love and companionship. Home espouses routine. For me, home is my grandmother looking out the window and my Lab, faithful beside her.