My husband and I spent the weekend searching for our Home. I don't mean just a house, but the place where we can raise our little boy, the place where we can escape the mundane and let our creativity roam free, the place where our hearts can find peace and our souls can unite. Needless to say, we didn't find it. You see, we have a small problem... we want a teeny, tiny piece of perfection and perfection doesn't like to be hunted. We will find it - one day - we will find our little spot, our haven, our home.
The irony is, we really don't want much...
just a rocking chair by the window...
and bottles filled with flowers...
and a little nook to sit and be creative...
and room for some ducks...
and love... let there always be love.