(Can you make it for tea on Thursday? You're invited!)
Photos by Desirea Rodgers
We never saw our house before we bought it.
My husband had come to Connecticut for house-hunting purposes, and was hurrying back to the airport when he drove by this place. He snapped a quick photo since he saw a "For Sale" sign, and continued on his way.
As soon as he showed me the photo, I told him this was the one. I knew.
We never stepped foot inside until after we had signed on the dotted line.
Yet it is my dream house through and through. I like to tell others that God did a great job picking it out for us. I couldn't have done it better myself.
When the kids were younger, I found days at home to be
r e a l l y l o n g . . . . .
Everyone had short attention spans, and "getting out" was a way to survive and enjoy the day until naps rolled around. That was very good, for a season.
But now everyone's growing up. And I find myself wanting to sink into this place with every bit of my soul. I just don't really want to leave much.
So we don't.
Whether you're stuffed in a too-small apartment or expanding in a lush countryside, home's a place we share with those we love. And love can even turn a far-from-perfect house into the most beautiful spot.
Let's remember, then, to enjoy the transforming power of love. Enjoy the slight tears in the wallpaper, the neverending to-do list, and the cluttered attic. Look past the stains on the floor and focus instead on the sweet chubby feet that walk there.
Take a memory snapshot of the space where your little ones are growing and discovering. This is home.
There's no place like it.
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