Feels like Home

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?