Home

I love this place. It’s teeny, the floor plan is totally bizarre, the paint is fading, the appliances are starting to fall apart, and one of the neighbors enjoys parking 13 run-down trucks in the street. But it is home. It is our first house and where we live our life. Where we got snowed in and where we sweat out the summer heat with no air conditioning. Where my kids have puked and pooped and laughed and cried. Where we have a roof over our heads and we sleep well in our warm beds. Where, with a little tightening of the wallet, we can afford our monthly mortgage AND an occasional visit to Baja Fresh. And all I need to do is read one blog about Haiti’s recovery or watch the nightly news about the state of the economy and I fall into a deeper level of contentment for this little piece of land that is mine. Thank you, Lord.

7 Comments

  1. I love your home! You have added such wonderful touches. When I was growing up my dad would often say “I am rich”. I was too young to understand what he meant. I do now . Thank you for the times we have gathered at your home and made some great memories. Love you !!

  2. We love walking in to your home, Jen. You have made it yours and added the “Jen” touch. Most of all, we are totally in love with everyone who lives there!
    Mom

  3. Jen, Thanks so much for your comment. I love that you read my blog! Love your family too. And your sweet green house with the red door. (same colors as mine)
    Please feel free to pass on my blog to your friend. And let her know the little yellow tags can be found at Life Source on Commerical.

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