I have a confession to make. I love my house. It's nothing fancy or large, and lately it is most certainly not as clean as it could be. But it's mine. Ours. It has pink kitchen countertops, the carpet is hopelessly stained, and a lot of the furniture is past it's prime. But as I was sitting on the couch the other night, the first piece of furniture H and I purchased together, I looked into the candlelit dining area, complete with my new Ikea tablecloth (Yeah for Mother's Day!) and my heart was so full. I have spent the last three plus years alongside H lovingly crafting this place into somewhere we want to be. An expression of who we both are, seperately and together. A sanctuary. A home. It's been through some transitions and will go through many more - the least of which will be baby-proofing - and I'm still waiting for the day someone gives me a target shopping spree :) But for right now, it's exactly what it ought to be. It's ours.
Linking up with this lovely lady
