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.
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