Today, I’m grateful for the feeling I get when I walk in my front door. When we first moved to our apartment, I wasn’t sure it would ever feel like home. But now that feeling that I get when I walk in the door is indescribable. It’s not just my tiny one bedroom apartment, it’s home. Randy and I work hard to invite the Spirit into our home, and knowing that this is our own little slice of heaven makes it everything I could ever want. I love my big walk in closet, the heated floors, the sink that leaks, the low light that we fix with lots of candles, everything. Our neighbors, our ward, all of it. It’s the first thing that was ever really ours. And I couldn’t be happier with the home it has become.