"Home is Where the Heart Is" ? We hear the saying often, yet what does it mean to each of us? Returning from Mexico, the definition has changed for myself. I've loved every visit to this country and it's beaches...but this year, I left a little of me and what touched my heart behind. Sentimental "things" were stolen by someone whom I sure had little to no heart. I always thought I would live there some day...probably only a dream. I love Mexico and it's people...that will not change. I am saddened by my loss, however, I'm going to think of it as leaving a piece of my heart at home in Mexico. After all, I returned to a loving husband, friend and grandgirls who will surely listen to my woes for a few days. Thank you too for listening, I know now... My heart is my home...keeper of all memories...who can take that away?