I love my home.  It is a sanctuary.  It reflects who I am, where I've been and like me changes continually...
it is, where my heart is.

Subtle changes layered into my home like a hand painted plate made from wood from the Black Forest, picked up at a little shop on a vacation in Germany, reminds me of the fun we had there every time I see it in my kitchen. Or, the hand painted bowl left to me by my mom, from my grandmother, keeps her memory a live in our home.  The mix of nostalgia with new adventures make it uniquely mine. 

It would seem the heart of our home is the kitchen, where we create new memories.  As I putter around the kitchen, with my children helping me prepare our meals, we laugh as we talk about their day while I teach them to cook and from this I know we are creating new memories that they will be fond of one day!



I am not sure when it changed...I used to think of home as my parents house, but now I know it is here.  Home is where my heart is.