I love my home. I love to walk
in the door in the evenings or
when I’ve been out and see all
of the little things that make me
happy. Rob and I have worked
long and hard to make our home
what it is. We ripped up old
linoleum and carpet, painted,
ripped out cabinets, cut out
walls, laid new carpet and hard
wood floors. We’ve tiled, done
plumbing, now we’re finishing
off the basement. It’s hard
work, but it all pays of in the
end. But it’s also about the
little things in our home. It’s
the pictures, the knick-knacks
the decor, the little things that
make a house a home. I have to
say that fall is my favorite sea-
son to decorate. But I love my
dishes, my pot rack. My latte
machine is a favorite, my red
chairs in the living room are so
comfortable and look so great.
I love my front porch and black
wagon. I love my mirror in the
dinning room. I love the back
porch when the sun shines
through. I love the LOVE that
is in our home. That’s what’s
really important. God is in our
home. Family and friends are
always welcome. Love is always
in our home and hearts for those
who visit. The door is always
open.