But we are here, in our old stone church home, with an ancient grave yard as our neighbours and the mountains and endless trees over looking us.
I can't believe it took me this long to realize that all we need is love. No matter where we are. Home is something that is on the inside, not the outside.
I made this large linen cushion yesterday, to remind myself that I am actually blessed with all the good stuff. You know, the love stuff.