i love our home. i love who i share it with. i love all the love that exists within the walls of it. i love how i feel when i'm in it. i love it's safety and calmness and its life. i love inviting people to it. i love people living in it. i just love all that it is, and will be for us.
a place of dream making, sorrow healing, unconditional cement and stone haven.
our home.
i haven't had a place i've called home, since i was 12 years old . . . and my mom was still alive.
until now.
so i treasure it.
i treasure it more than i can even catch my breath at times.
it's that real.
it's not just a home . . .
it's my home. Our home.
it's my safe haven.
my retreat.
my sacred, safe, healing, hope filled and beloved home.
so i thought i'd share this gift of ours with you, bit by bit as we piece it together, re-decorate and love our life in it.
Welcome to our home on Cranberry Street.
// when you enter our front door, this little 1/2 wall is on the left side. it houses our mail, keys, sunglasses & the quote that follows . .
// hanging on the above hook, one of the requirements of coming into our home is as follows:
// looking at our front door - adult & kid friendly coat hooks
// as seen above in entirety, i wanted to use this wall to its full capacity, so we built these boards w/ the hooks on them for coat, purse & leash purposes
// complete entry way from the living room in : in real life fashion (coat & shoes & all)
// walking into our home, view from the front door (right side)
// our family rules poster, 1st thing you lay eyes on when coming into our home - love, Love LOVE
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