Home Is Where the Heart Is

“You can build a house with wood and stone, but only love can build a home” That's what's on my grandma’s quilt, and when I think of home, I think of her. When I think of home, I think of my dad hugging me after he gets home from a long work trip. When I think of home, I think of family dinners and the good food that my family provides. When I think of home, I think of my Mom and I reading for hours and hours without getting bored. Home is where I'm happy and warm. Home is my Poppa and I building with wood and tools. The smell of home is cut grass, freshly baked cookies, paint and fresh cut wood.