But sometimes, I have a chance to clear my head, take a deep breath, and actually look.
And then I realize that our house is actually a home.
And it is filled with bedtime stories, extra marshmallows for hot cocoa, doors that open as soon as I get home, laughter, slobbery kisses, hugs around the knees, Candyland, bright shiny blue eyes, high fives for everything, jumping as high as you can, socks that slide perfectly, the chance to be a hero, stuffed animals that are real, memories, noses pressed against windows, stacks of artwork, snuggles, and love.
Oh, and a whole bunch of silliness!




