What makes my house a home is the memories we've built over the years together. The snapshots in my mind when I think of "Home" look something like this:
- Looking impossibly young, shopping with my husband for our first home. Taking my parents along because we have no idea what we're doing.
- Walking around inside our 900 square foot brick rancher and wondering what we'll ever do with all that room. Big yard, time to get my first dog. Off to the shelter!
- Finding out I was pregnant. SICK. Stretch marks. Fat. DELIGHTED.
- Bringing home our baby, rocking her to sleep every night in the chair Mom reupholstered for us. Still so proud, I have a home, a husband, a child.
- Watching my toddler run back and forth in the hallway, always full of smiles. Wanting to give her EVERYTHING. Smeary handprints on the storm door. Feeding our yard squirrels and not minding when the birds stole a meal, too.
- Life is busy, both working full time. Pizza delivery guy knows my name.
- Growing pains, deciding to move back to my hometown. Needing that safe, warm feeling for my daughter to grow up in.
- Happy just to drive down Teays Valley Road. Home again! Home!
- Surprise, another baby! God is good to us. Quitting my job. Up every two hours every night for 10 months, Little One wants attention. So in love that I don't even mind. I'll sleep when the kids are grown.
- Chalk drawings on the driveway, dogs in the yard, "reindeer food" sprinkled for Santa's reindeer each Christmas Eve.
- Income edging up, equity is good. Time for a bigger house. Seriously into house shopping. Hubby calls me "House Stalker", not surprised when I tell him I'm going back to work - in real estate. Bless my patient husband!
- In and out of the house all the time, the life of a real estate agent! Pets always happy to see me. Furry entourage follows me to every room.
- Kids home from school, hubby home from work, blogging is done. Evening on the couch watching TV and chatting about our days. I am a lucky girl indeed!
There's no place like home, there's no place like home! This house is a home because we're here together, and that's all that matters.
This is part of the "What Makes A House A Home" contest. You can see the other entries here: What Makes a House a Home.
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