What makes a house a home
I scribbled some thoughts today with my writing group regarding the concept of 'HOME', and when they heard them, they said "that sounds like a blog post." So allow me to use my stream of consciousness to give meaning to these pictures taken in our new home a week ago as we celebrated Benjamin's birthday and a housewarming of sorts.
What makes a house a home?
Being in my industry I should know, but all I can say after years of helping people design and remodel is that home has nothing to do with a designer, or with cabinets, or furniture, or paint colors.
Home is not even an address.
If home had a definition it would be a place I feel comfortable enough to take my bra off and walk around barefoot. Home smells like pollo al jugo and apple pie. Home is where I always come back to, it is Netflix and chill on the couch, and little dinosaurs under the coffee table.
Home is fresh linens every Saturday, and Halle Berry skin coffee* in the morning. It's what makes a house a home.
Thank you everyone for coming, for letting me get your kids high on sugar, and for overlooking the leftover boxes. It would not be home without you.
* At the party I asked my friend Shalem, who was kind enough to take all these pictures, how he takes his coffee, he replied "Halle Berry skin", and I thought it was the most perfect way to describe coffee with cream, not too dark, not cream heavy. Just right.
Thank you Shalem, these pictures mean so much to me!