Is Home a relative term? Sometimes I think so.  

Home is a place of safety, of understanding, of  rest.

For me, Home used to be in Minnesota, in Delano,  "In da north, dontcha ya know?"

Now, home is in Kansas, in Kansas City, "In the south, ya'll!"

But even with all my pictures...

And candles...

And random awesome crayon projects...

And adorable elephant shower curtains...

And Norwex toothbrushes...

And little reminders of our past adventures...

And even with our books and cameras and technology...

And comfy pillows and awesome circle comforters...

And inside jokes and notes from our wedding...

Even with all of our stuff...

My home is still with him.

And what a delightful place home is. :)

Outside my window the wind topples my lawn chairs, the rain turns to snow, and the temperatures are dropping quicker than... something that drops quick (a rock?? I dunno...). So I will cuddle up with a blanket, drink some tea, and blog these wonderful memories of a warm summer day with some little boys, stones, dandelions and mud.

Enjoy. :)