Someday, God willing, we will own our own home. It might be an old farmhouse in the country, where we can raise sheep and chickens and let the kids run free. It might be a house in the center of a city, within walking distance of the library, post office, and market. Either way, we will hopefully have a yard with more than one tree in it. Someday a third of our belongings won’t be packed up in boxes (stowed away in my parents’ attic) waiting for the day we finally have enough room. Someday I will have a matching set of bathroom towels. Someday we will have enough bookshelves (maybe).But right now, the baby’s changing table is in the living room. The girls share a dresser, which is full to bursting with their clothes. Baby gear and toys dominate our decor. Counter space is sorely lacking. Winter hats & mittens refuse to be contained in the small basket we have designated for them. There is no good place to put wet winter boots to dry. But we are definitely cozy. And I am thankful for the one tree. Because right now this is home. After all, home is where the gnome is.
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