Home

After many years in real estate, I can tell you without a doubt that a home is not a house. A house can become a home, but it is not one by default.

My parents have moved a number of times since I lived with them. But their house is still my home. I feel loved when their house comes in to view. No one would care if I let myself in, had a snack, and took a nap. I am welcome and loved there. That makes a house in to a home.

As my babies grow and leave me, I want them to always feel the same way. When they make their ways in life, and have their own homes; I want them to know and feel that they are always home with me.

Tonight I am thankful for hearing that our home still feels like home. I pray that it always does. ❤