My last name starts with an H.
When I was a kid there was a big "H" right on the middle of the storm door at the front of our house.
One of my earliest memories is walking up to the front porch with my father and he pointed at the door and said "H is for Home."
For years, I wondered why everyone else didn't have an "H" for "Home" on their front door.
I was much older before I realized that no matter what your last name might be, Home is where your Heart is.
Won't you share something from your Heart and Home with us today?***