Home is Where the Heart Is

There’s no place like home sweet home where love lives and happiness flies. Home is where a story begins, the story of who you are, enjoy every moment. Home is like a glowing star in the night. You don’t always see it but it’s always there. Home smells like the strong aroma of warm fresh baked brownies surrounding the whole house. When I taste the heavenly brownies, they are still warm, gooey, and the chocolate melting in my mouth. Home feels like the warm crackling fireplace when it’s cold sipping hot chocolate surrounded by loved ones. Home sounds like my silly dog barking when I come home to give us hugs bringing laughter and joy to my family. At the end of the day, I am thankful for everything I have in life. I feel lucky that I have a house knowing that not everybody does. I am forever grateful for my loving family, delicious food on the table every night, and a roof over my head. I’ve learned that there is a difference between a house and a home. A house is bricks, cement, and four walls. A house is a building, but a home is filled with love. A home can be more than a house, it could be an apartment, car, bench, or a shelter. All you need is love. It doesn’t matter where you are but wherever you end up always remember… Home is where the heart is.