Last night I was outside with hubby walking the dog and I happened to look in OUR window. The sliding glass door to be exact. What I saw kind of caught me off guard.
My house looks warm and inviting, at least at night. It looks like a home. It is home.
I remember moving in here almost three years ago. How we had so many shipping boxes and as I was unpacking in this strange new town I thought I would never get used to living so far from my family. Then I realized not only was this my new home, that my new husband was my new family.
(By the way. We don't have a front porch.)