Home is Where My Heart Is

Home is where my heart is. My house is full of great smells like my mom’s carrot and pecan cake or my dad’s pizzas. But the only thing I can smell in my home is love. Home is where my heart is. In my house I can hear the coffee maker at night and my dog’s claws across my smooth oak flooring. But what I can hear in my house is different from what I can hear in my home. What I can hear in my home is laughter and joy. Home is where my heart is. I can see many things in my house but the one thing that makes my house a home is my family. I can see them all around me. I know I can see many things in my house but there is one thing that I can see in my home and that thing is cheer drifting around me. Home is where my heart is. In my house I can taste great things like my mom’s stir fry and dumplings. I can taste stuff in my home too and that stuff is love. Home where my heart is. I can touch plenty of things like my stuffed fox; Foxy, and my dog’s soft fur. I can touch my family in my home, me giving them hugs is how I can touch them. Home is where my heart is. A House is fueled by merely heating. But a home is fueled by the power of love.