Home.

Home. 

One word...One place...

So many meanings...

A place where memories are made, families thrive, joy outlasts, and tears are shed...

A place where you can be yourself, where you learn little lessons, and tackle big moments...

A place where your little self becomes your grown-up self, but a place where you never forget how to be your little-girl self...

A place where pictures are taken, and moments are framed, where you learn how to forgive, and truly how to love...

A place where you share a cup of tea, enjoy meals around the table, and sit in rocking chairs for hours at a time...

A place where big decisions were made, and life paths were decided, a place where you learned to put your faith in the One who knows most of all...
And a place that becomes a reminder that this really isn't our home at all...

A place that has become more than a place...but a piece of who you are and who you want to be...

I am forever thankful for my "home." 

And the blessing of one word, one place, that is now becoming more than a home, but a piece of who I will always be...

The front porch.

The front porch...

To me this place represents so many things... 

So many moments on this porch...so many hours, days, and conversations...

So many prayers, so many books, so many phone calls...

So many late nights, early mornings, and rainy afternoons...

So many summer meals, so many family memories, and so many naps...

So many welcomes, so many goodbyes, so many pictures... 

To me this place represents so many things

That I'm saying "see you later" to and wishing fall to come.

Maybe takes the cake as my favorite place with some of my favorite memories...