Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is, it's the saying everybody knows. My heart is where my home is. The place I live, love and learn. The place I feel loved, safe and happy. The place where I smell hot cocoa, pizza and occasionally the rather stinky dog breath. Home is the place I taste freshly popped popcorn fresh out of the microwave and fizzling root beer. The place I hear the smoke alarm when my dad is trying to cook or snoring when my mom is fast asleep or the "ding dong" of the doorbell and my dogs rushing over to greet the person at the door with yips and yelps. The place I see my puppy run around my house like a crazy donkey. While my mom is cooking, I see my dad out shoveling the driveway in winter. I see AGT on the TV and my mom laughing at a guy pretending to be a bumblebee. I am thankful for my family, my friends, my home and for Habitat for Humanity for giving people a home to put their heart in.