We are very fortunate.
We’ve just bought a beautiful house that a bank was foolish enough to loan us the money for.
It’s just a house.
It’s lumber and shingles and concrete and wires and metal.
It’s so much more though, already. It’s home. It’s a soft place to land at the end of a long hard day. It’s time out when the world’s daggers feel particularly sharp, poked from all directions into all your soft fleshy bits.
It’s that little place we’re carving out for ourselves, for our kids. And most importantly, it’s a reminder of what really matters – surrounding yourself with people you love and building a little blanket fort with them to keep out all the scary monsters – and keep in all of the warmth.
