Our house is covered in ice right now. No one is going out and no one is coming in, so our family is all we've had for the last twenty four hours and all we will have for the next twenty four hours.
We are all at home. Not because we spent a year building it and all the colors and granite are all that we visualized they would be, but because we are home with each other.
All three of us have our own interest, enjoy our own books and somehow manage to make it downstairs to the kitchen island at the same time to eat.
Our weaving into each other is part of our "home" culture.
All three of us are first born children, pretty stubborn and independent, yet at some point we manage to have the same needs around the same time and come together beautifully to meet them together.
At times I grew up in a few different houses, but always recognized the ones that were homes.
There is no place like home!
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