A nearly perfect day. Play dates all morning and afternoon, a new X-Box, a new pitch back in the backyard, pizza, cake pops. More friends late in the afternoon. More X-box, chips and salsa, Madden and lego and a million toy soldiers.
Our new house is becoming a home.
Someone recently told me that she tells her children, “home is where we are.” How great is that? She was so right.