Yesterday as I was relaxing at the end of the day (waiting for Hubby to come home from work) I was thinking about the little things I’m thankful for. So I snapped these pictures from where I was reclining. True, simple pictures of home.
It was late afternoon and the light was dancing on the walls and I was thankful for a clean apartment, the clothes were all clean, sheets were changed and I felt so ready for Hubby to get home as I was ready to begin this weekend with him. But at the end of the day, when I stop and think about it, it’s not home and everything in it that’s such a big deal, it’s whose in this house that makes it home. Family no matter how big or small is truly what makes a house a home. And no matter where our path may lead, home is wherever we are.
Hi, just wanted to say that I like your blog, and your photos are amazing! And what you say is so true, the family in the home is what is important—we get caught up in all the “stuff” we think we have to have in our homes, but the people are what we have to have!