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This weekend my husband and I collected frames and photographs for an overdue project. Years after we stripped our walls, slowly crafting my husband’s childhood home into our own, we weighed the same walls with memories. Mismatched frames and snapshots of our life together are now nestled near the dining room table. Walking through our front door, working in the kitchen, and passing from the stairway or garage I can peek at my favorite smiles, centering myself in gratitude and joy for my greatest blessings. It is a moment of homecoming and thanksgiving, just in time for the holidays.

Tagged: Family, Home, Musings, Photographs