Welcome To Our Home

Houses are for living in.

Houses are meant to be homes.

A place for laughing at the table with your family or curling up with a good book or walking around without any make-up covering your zits (or whatever other disguises you might normally pull on to hide your real self from the outside world).

A place for kicking off your shoes and stretching out on the couch with a blanket in front of the TV at the end of a long day.

A place for being yourself.

The zitty, grumpy, oily, un-showered, greasy version of yourself who might also lose your temper sometimes and eat a few too many cookies before bed.

Homes are for creativity and fun and wallowing and respite and laughter and tears.

Homes are not meant for tricking people into believing you have money or have it all together or you’re perfect, somehow, by being big and fabulous and stylish and organized and well-decorated.

Homes are for comfort.

When I welcome you into my home, please notice the piles of dog and cat hair on the floor. We love our pets!

And please also direct your attention to the sticky little fingerprints on the walls and the tiny splotches of paint on our kitchen table. We have a whole herd of kids who are growing up here, running up and down the halls and painting pumpkins or creating other crafts year after year.

Help yourself to any snacks you can find, although, to be fair they may be hard to come by since we have a lot of teenagers stopping through (maybe check the corner crevice of the couch, they like to store cracker boxes there!).

I hope you’ll be comfortable here.

I hope you’ll bring your whole self.

I hope you’ll just push the pile of dirty socks aside, then kick off your shoes, put up your feet, and relax (or wear your shoes…we’re not that kind of house).

Our house is a home.

Welcome to our home.