We have now been in Chicago for about a month.
Most of the boxes are unpacked.
Furniture is arranged.
Pictures are hung.
A place for everything and everything a place.
Each mementoes placed caries a special memory.
Each picture hung floods my mind with the goodness of God.
Each cloth tells a story.
Each cup holds a conversation.
Smells are different.
Sounds are different.
Sights are different.
Yet there are familiar touches, smells, sounds, and sights.
Home is more than a place.
Home is something you cultivate with the ones you love.
Home is extending your love to others.Visitors make a house a home.
Home is a choice.