Home is where we go for comfort. It can be where we grew up or we can feel it from the leople in our life.
Home for me is wherever I am with my husband. We can be anywhere in the world and it feels like home just when I lay my head on his shoulder at night.
As a reformed gypsy that’s moved twenty times in the last twenty-two years, I think it’s safe for me to say that home is something hard to find geographically so when I felt it with my husband, I knew that he was the person for me.
This is also how I knew my wedding vows right when I heard the verse read aloud by my friend Elizabeth. Granted I botched my vows by skipping an entire section because my nerves had me all over the place but that’s another blog for another time. This pillow has excerpt from them; which is from Ruth 1:16.
Finding a home is a feeling. Any place that has four walls and roof is a building but a home has soul and warmth even in the most minimal approach.
Pillows are what we lay our heads on or if you’re a “Lisa Kramer” kinda lady from Along Came Polly then they’re made for decor not resting.
I prefer function over fashion every day. Sure it’s nice to have the extra touches but if you can’t touch your own comfy possessions than what’s the point?