Home is where the heart is.
My first home. With my name on the deed.
Comforting, when you think of it.Having somewhere that you belong, with a loving family, somewhere to go when you are in need.
Just us 3, myself the husband and our adorable doggie, Chazz.
An inviting place to have friends and neighbors over.
I even get to decorate it however I want, classy, comfortable with a little pizzazz!
There’s my only attempt at a rhyming poem.
I love dressing my house up for the change of the seasons; i have different tablecloths for my kitchen table, sheets and comforters for our bed, I even change our bath towels for the spring/summer and fall/winter weather. Each time of the year has a different tone, a feel, color scheme, when the weather turns from hot and humid, to chilly and cold. I’ve been tending the flowers in my front and backyard all season and am beginning to see the leaves changing colors, Then in the winter time or right around Thanksgiving, the house gets a total makeover and transforms into a green festive wonderland with red bows and colored lights everywhere. After the snow drags on, I am simply delighted to see the promises of the spring season, the green buds starting to emerge on the tree twigs.
The feel of the house is so important and the people inside of it really make a house a home. It feels so perfect to have a home, to have a home and a place to belong. With a family, especially when that family includes a member with a waggling tail and licks your face. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO BE THANKFUL.
**Writing 101-Day 3: One word Inspiration