HOME IS WHEREVER IM WITH YOU.
January 8, 2013
Growing up my sweet mother always had a special knack for design. Especially around the holidays the home was always decorated up to par. (a gift I hope and pray is hidden in my genes somewhere.) But also growing up, my home never fell short of feeling peaceful, "homey" & most importantly the greatest getaway from the world. It wasn't because of the decorative things that the home consisted of, rather more of the memories & the people it was shared with.
The dining room table where us Sanderson girls would rant and rave about the latest dream boat high school boys as my dad would pretend like he couldn't hear it. The front door where my dad would shake all of the nervous boys ready to take us on a date with a firm hand shake followed by a "What time will you have her home?". The sweet kitchen where my mother would create the most mouth watering dinners. The closet in the basement where my little sister and I would sleep every Christmas eve with lights, Home Alone, & a blow up mattress. The living room where family prayer was held every night, or the Love Sac (bean bag) in the basement that my dad always hated. (they dont call those things love sacs for nothing, haha literally a cuddle magnet.) Or where the infinite I love yous were shared.
Our humble apartment isn't pinterest worthy. Nothing that it contains is expensive stuff, or pretty stuff. However I am forever grateful for it. It amazes me as time goes on how "homey" its starting to feel because of the memories that Kevin and I are starting to create. What I love most about my home is who I get to share it with. Kevin is what makes our home a home. From what I have learned... home is what you make it, & most importantly who you share it with.