For several years my husband, children and I lived away from our family. We were able to visit, but not as often as we liked. Now, we're just a stone's throw away. I have a house and home of my own that I love and wouldn't trade for the world. Yet, every time I step through the door of my parent's home, it's like stepping through the door of my childhood and into comfort and warmth and memories.
the quilt
the mirror
the mantle
the candy dish
These pieces of personal history fill my eyes and heart with beauty . . . and bring me home.
It's Friendly Friday. I ask; you answer. (And I've really been loving your answers!)
What brings you home?
I really want to know.
I really want to know.
