This morning as I laid in bed, cuddled under the blankets, Kaitlyn (who is normally impossible to wake up on school days, yet jumps up at 6 AM on the weekends) crashed into our bed and decided it was the morning of a million kisses.
I am thankful that we not only have a house, but that we've made it a home. It's warm, inviting, lived in and works well for all of us. Sure, you make walk straight into the house and be greeted by a "play room" with a gazillion pictures on the wall and my sewing area, which may not always be the prettiest, but it's functional. And it makes us all happy. The only times doors are really closed is when we're keeping Samantha out of rooms she doesn't belong to and when Kaitlyn doesn't want us to see her not cleaning her room.
We have walls surrounding us, a roof over our head, warm beds, closets filled with clothes, electricity and gas. I am thankful for our home and all it provides for us.