A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about shoes, how one could tell a lot about an individual by his/her shoes. I believe the same goes for homes. I have visited some houses that were decorated with meticulous attention to detail, lavish in their use of design and materials. I have visited other houses that were modest in the extreme, but clean and uncluttered.
Neither extreme is good or bad. What matters is whether or not a house is a home.
Home has different definitions for different people. For me, home equals love and family, safety and refuge. It is a place to put my feet up and my head down. Our home is modest; however, I believe it reflects our values. Pictures of family are intersprinkled with pictures of the Savior, for I cannot think of one without the other.
The new room we added on is comfortably decorated, with room for grandchildren to play, a table that can be extended for big gatherings, and filled with books. Lots and lots of books. For me, a house is not a home without books.
This I know for sure: whatever its size or decor, a house is only a home when filled with love.
books=love
ReplyDeleteThat was the first real math I learned.