Well, I can't seem to fall asleep tonight, so writing it is. 

I've been home for a week now and I always forget how much I love it at home. I have started to realize lately what a blessing my home is. I am 22 years old (almost 23) and I have lived/come home to the same house that I was born in. 

Good ol' Mount Vernon St. :)

Our little three bedroom, two bath, home that was built in the 30's that's still standing and still serves its purpose pretty dang well. From the hard wood floors to my Great Grandma's oven to the fort in the backyard. 

I love this place. 

Over the years, there were times when it seemed way too small and we were stepping on top of each other and we almost moved twice. But I sure am glad we didn't. Sure, when everyone is home for the holidays, I usually end up on the couch, but you know, you make it work. In June, everyone will be home and lots of family will be in town; we will have about ten people sleeping in the house! The running joke is with only three beds in the house, we don't even know where everyone will sleep! I think Grandpa suggested a tent in the backyard (just wait, that's where I'll end up!) 

I can picture Easter egg hunts, Thanksgiving dinners, Christmas trees, birthday parties, Mother's day, and Superbowl games all happening at our house. What special memories I have growing up in this old, wonderful home.

When people walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night, the floor creeks. When Josh gets something in his closet and the door closes, he's locked in. When you try and open the closet in mom and dad's room, the door gets jammed. But it's home. For 22 years it's been home. 

I was laying in bed tonight thinking about how when we were younger and friends use to come over they use to say we have so many books. When I stopped to think about it tonight, it's true. We have a bookshelf full of books in the family room, in the living room, in mom and dad's room, in the girls room, in Josh's room, there's even books in dad's bathroom. And the garage and shed out back are full of more. I mean I guess that's what happens when you have teachers as parents and home school parents :) 

That's another blessing though, having so many books at my fingertips. I think about all the kids in the world who dream about having more books to read. I probably have taken it for granted so much. What a blessing it is to have good books to read. 

Our home may be small, Josh may get stuck in his closet sometimes, the washing machine keeps breaking, and all the picture frames are not always dusted perfectly, but it's warm, clean, cozy, has all the books in the world, and wonderful people who love me a lot. And to tell you the truth, I'll take that over everything else, any day :) 

Goodnight friends!

Whitney Rose