Snapshots

I decided that today, I would take you inside my mom's house.  I get my affinity for decorating somewhere...and I think after you see these next few pics...there won't even be a question...

Home is based on realities...

Home is soaked in love and years....

Home is bathed in sunshine.....

Home is healed with rain and tears...

Home is where you find yourself....

Home is where you laugh with people you love....

Home is where silence speaks volumes....

and where you get spanked for being a brat...

Home is a smell you'll never forget.

Home is Christmas morning and peanut butter sandwiches...

Home is Saturday morning cartoons and sleeping in....

Home is where a good smelling candle is always lit...

Home is not the things you own....

Home is the people you hug, and love, and who make you happy....occasionally mad. :)

 .....and who take care of you no matter what.

Home is poetry in motion...

Home is love.