In this house I welcomed two more sons into the world and watch all three grow and learn and change every day.
In this house I’ve celebrated birthday after birthday, holiday after holiday, anniversary after anniversary.
In this house I’ve cried and laughed and felt joy and pain.
In this house the noise is deafening, the cabinets overfill, the rooms feel tight, the bathroom is closing in on me, the laundry spills from the corners and I often feel we’ve outgrown it.
In this house I watch my future sleep peacefully, dreaming of joyful things without a care in the world.
In this house I feel safe, secure and loved. It may just be a house. It may be small. But this small house has somehow turned into a cozy home that I may never want to leave.