When you move into a new house it takes a while for it to feel like a
home. I don't mean decorating. If you want to visit a pretty house then
go online or look at magazines. Those are houses and not homes to me.
Homes to me are where memories are made. Ah yes, decorating is important, but
not all that important. A home is a place that stores memories. A memory box
if you will. It's a place where we laugh and have fun and share with others.
A place where holidays are celebrated. It's where we plant a garden and shovel
snow and enjoy each season.
Your house may not be the most beautiful or trendy one but if it is
filled with love then it is a home. And if so, you are very wealthy indeed.
Each day I fill my house with memories. That's what will make it
a place we truly love.
Big Texas Hugs.
Susan and Bentley