Home is Where the Heart is

A house is made of wooden beams. My home is made of love and dreams. Sunny skies and white snow, when I see that it feels like home. A house is something that is a certain size, but my home is made with joy and pride. A house is something that can get old, but my home can never be sold. A house is just some place, but home is filled with grace. My home is made of love, happiness, joy and laughter, stabilized by friends and family. Home is not just a place, it’s a feeling and it has to be built the support that comes from you’re loved one’s. The walls made of love, my room made of memories and the basement made of smiles and laughter. I have so much confidence, happiness and joy around me, but that is because my home is around me no matter where I go, or what I do. That’s why I love my home.