This Place.

This Place.

Our pillows are always smushed, never fluffed, there are too many candles on the table, dust bunnies along the baseboard, Helen’s walker and books blocking the door to the office, a random slingshot lays on the desk missing its rubber band, the ginger jar missing its lid sits on the mantle, smudges on the coffee table from baby hands that were eating cheese cubes, the rug that stays wrinkled under the dinner table that I keep meaning to straighten but never do, the wadded up receipts from the depths of a pocket on Ben’s nightstand, the loose change beside the change jar, not in it. I love everything about this place. #home