Our house is not bricks and mortar, it is a living, breathing organism feeding constantly off our emotions.
It offers sanctity and solitude when we are stressed; comfort and warmth when we are at our lowest and neediest.
Its heart pulsates with every word that is spoken, every laugh that escapes and every tear that is shed.
Our house is alive even in the silent moments of night when it protects us as we sleep.
Its windows are beacons which guide us safely back no matter how far we travel.
In the stillness of time I can feel its heart beat in rhythm with mine.
Our house is not bricks and mortar, it is a living, breathing organism, it is our Home ❤