What makes a house become a home? Is it the paint on the walls or the curtains that match the pretty bedspread? Or is it the Pottery Barn pillows on the leather couch and the Kirkland's candle holders hanging in the kitchen? Those things look good in a magazine and make a house look slightly occupied, but that isn't what makes it a home.
A home is a place filled with memories. Wear tracks worn into the carpet from walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room with popcorn for movie time together. The stain on the couch from a spilled drink during a Christmas party. The chip in the piano when the kids were playing field hockey in the house. The holes in the wall where favorite posters were hung with thumbtacks during the pre-teen years. The gouge in the dining room wall where someone fell back in their chair after being told for the 15th time not to rock back. The pine needles still stuck in the baseboard from last year's Christmas tree. The holes in the backyard where the old swingset used to be.
Sure you can patch holes and change carpet and paint, but underneath it all are the memories that can never be erased. Sometimes it might take a little digging, but you can always find the memories there, and that is what makes a house a home. The place you feel safe, accepted, comfortable and can make new memories to add to the old.
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