after a week of house/dog sitting at my In-Laws i just walked through my front door, arms full of things that were needed for a whole week spent away.

it’s the small things in life, but today, for the first time, i didn’t view this big green house as simply the place i moved to a few months ago — it honestly felt like home. and when you think about it, that’s not such a small thing. it’s more like a big thing.

it smells like home, feels like home, and is the sanctuary for my soul that home needs to be. and i’m so thankful it’s become that.

he’s helped make this place a home for me. and that’s rather big as well.