When I was a girl...

Growing up I lived near a neighborhood that every house looked like a castle, nothing like the little house I grew up in.. now do not get me wrong, I loved my little house, my mom was always doing something crafty, making cakes for people whatever she could. And I always felt safe in my home... but those big houses... WOW... I dreamed that I was the lady of one of these fine homes all the time. I dreamed about what each room would look like, and if we had pets. I dreamed what my children would look like the life we would be living.

These houses, as I grew up, I began to realize are just buildings, and the things you do to these building and the love that you put in them are what make them homes. So now that I am older, and still driving through this neighborhood of "castles" I realize they are not castles per say but only large homes with bunches of rooms. And my home is my castle, though the rooms are few and the messes are large. Its the what I fill it with daily that makes it special.

So I have a new goal for myself and my children and my Roly. We will begin to make our home our castle. We will start making our mark on what we have now. And when something better comes along,we will start all over again.. but that can be left for the -if and when column.

This summer we are going to attack the boys room! I have some fun Ideas for their room, and the they will be helping me all the way!