Home Sweet home

My house is not large.  

My house is not extravagant.

My house is not always tidy.

My house can be crowded, cramped and unorganized.  

I might have weeds in my flowers.

I might have dishes in my sink.

I know I have dirty laundry piled up.

But. It. Is. Our. Home.  There is no place like it.  I don't need bells and whistles.  I'm not that kinda gal.  I need a deck.  A fire pit.  and a large yard.  That's it. 

So when you come to my house, don't think about how your kitchen is bigger, think about all the meals I have prepared in my tiny kitchen while my family waits with hungry bellies.  Think of how many birthday cakes I have baked for special girls on special days.  Think of all the bottles I prepared. Think of all the dishes I have washed  while hearing my lil ladies play in the room next door.  That is what matters, not the size of my kitchen.

 Kadee fell asleep by my feet as I was doing dishes...

When you see my bedroom, all tiny and sweet.  Don't think of how much bigger your bedroom is.  Think of all the thunderstorm nights that 3 lil ladies have snuck into my tiny room.  Think of all the nights that my girls have been sick and Dad slept on the couch for his girls. Think of all the late nights I climbed out of bed to hold a crying new born. 

When you see my bathroom, small and unorganized.  Don't worry about it's size and chaos.    Think of ALL THE HAIR I have to do on a Sunday morning before church.  Think of all the new babies I have washed in that old paint chipped tub!  Think of all the mornings I didn't feel well, while pregnant with my girls!  

When you see my family room with used furniture, stained carpet and chipped walls.  Don't think about how I should paint, and replace carpet.  Think of all the movie nights we have had on that couch.  Think of all the popcorn spilt by careless girls.  Think of all the fun  the girls had when they were carrying that toy, that scraped my walls.  Think of all the laughter and tears we have shared in this room. Think of all the forts we have created. Think of all the birthday and Christmas presents tore open.  Think of how many times you couldn't see the floor because 3 lil ladies were playing with barbies. Think of how many arguments of " I had it first"  I broke up in this room. 

This home is my first home as a family.  We have brought 2 brand new babies home from the hospital to this house.  We have had birthday parties, Christmas parties, and just plain parties here. We have painted the walls, added some decor, but most importantly we made this house a  home.    We made it a safe secure place for our family.  It doesn't matter the size.  The paint color.  The old carpet or used furniture.  

I am so blessed everyday to have a place to call home. And even more thankful that it is THIS home :)