Pretty fantastic...right?
This is my friends house.
It sits in the middle of what is the sweet spot of our little town...
Whenever I come over my friend fumbles around with words like, "oh don't look at that mess" or "oh I've really got to get to that"...
But I'm so distracted by the knock your socks off hydrangeas in the front yard I just don't have time to check on her mumblings...
The deal is this....
it doesn't take much to have a house...
a couple pieces of furniture, a number over the door and a place to collect the mail and your done.
But a home...
well that is all together different.
That requires someone's shoes left by the front door.
A well worn couch from hours of a family snuggling.
A floor so well trod that dust bunnies only dare to gather in the corners.
Treasures. Lots and lots of treasures.
A kitchen with traces still lingering from the most recent meal.
Love notes on the frige.
A well lived house is something you can call h-o-m-e.
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