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.