Everyone that visits comments on my new house. "It looks just like you" "I love your house" "How cute"----but somehow it still didn't feel like home. I have had great fun putting it all together---but at times of great stress I would find myself headed back to Vienna without even thinking.
This weekend I have discovered once again what makes a house a home----crushed cheerios in the rug, spilled milk on the chair, a floor with not one square inch not covered with something, dirty dishes in every room, dirty clothes on every floor, toys in the yard& on the drive & in the garage, unmade beds, shouts of joy, tears of babies, shared meals, shared laughter, the melee of everyone talking, sweet toddler voices, and a baby's babble.
A mess---that's what makes a home---a huge wonderful--fun filled--lovable mess.