My house may not be perfect

 My house may not be perfect.

But it holds every person I love and every memory that built me into the mom I am now.

The fingerprints on the walls, the toys under the couch, the half-finished cups on the counter…
they’re proof of a life that’s full.
A home that’s lived in.
A family that’s real.

I don’t need perfect.
I just need them.

And as long as we’re all here, laughing, growing, loving, learning…
this house will always be exactly enough.

Reacties

Populaire posts van deze blog

Open brief aan mijn oudste dochter...

Kraai

Vraag me niet hoe ik altijd lach

Gone with the Wind (1939)

Ekster