Home

Every once in a while when I pull up into the driveway, I realize. I have a home.

My parents separated,and shortly after divorced, when I was 8years old. After the divorce we began moving, and subsequently I moved 19 times before Jim and I bought this house. Our home. 19 moves in 20 years, and two of the places we lived for over 3 years, but some times we moved twice a year.

And now, for the first time in 20 years I have a home. A husband. Amazing friendships. I have been so blessed.

I LOVE our home. And I love the simple reminders that life IS good.

Maybe sometimes I'm a homebody, ok, I'm always a homebody. But, its because for the first time in my life. I'm home. I'm stable. I'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop. Worrying about when I'm going to be told I have a week/day/hour to pack up everything I can because we are moving again.

Thank you God, for all you have blessed me with. Thank you for the wonderful friends that I get to grow closer to in my home. Thank you for the man that is here every night with me. I don't deserve any of this, but I am so grateful I have it.