When Our House Became Home


Saturday was a delightful time with our family and friends. And something funny happened. When everyone left, I felt like our home looked different. Literally. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it. Was it the lighting? The scattered dishes and mugs? It may have been the games or the food. But somehow I think between the conversation, the laughter, the listening and being it looked and felt…like home.

It was a good night and lets open the door for many more.

When anyone can come and grab a blanket to cuddle or put feet up on the coffee table or squeeze together eleven sitting elbow to elbow. When your home feels like their home.





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One response to “When Our House Became Home

  1. What a wonderful way to put it. I’m so thankful that you have such a caring and close community in Toronto. Keep hosting!

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