Making a House a Home

Before I start this post I had to show you this picture…this is me working…just in case any of you wondered if I ever do anything other than take pictures. It was so funny because my daughter was trying to take this picture and I couldn’t stop smiling. She didn’t think I looked like I was really working if I was smiling but I couldn’t help it…

Anyway…back to the post.

One of the things that had me most concerned about leaving our old place was that it wasn’t just a house it was truely our home. A home built with love. When I looked at that house I saw the siding that friends and family had helped hang…a front porch that my father had painted…wood floors that my husband and I had stained just weeks after our third child was born. How could I ever love a knew house without so much love poured into it?

Well it doesn’t look like I will have to find out… I have been so happy that friends and family have gathered to make sure that this new house is surrounded with love. Not the kind of love that just shows up when the table is full of good food but the blood sweat and tears kind of love

My brother in law….

My daughter…

My brother….

A good friend…

They all have come day after day , hour after hour, pouring their sweat into my house, filling it with love.

No better gift could ever be given. Years from now when I look up at my porch ceilings, I won’t just think…wow those are pretty..which of course they are..No, I will remember how wonderful life is when you are loved.