I don't really have a place to call home. My childhood was all over the map (New Orleans, Houston, England, The Netherlands) and our marriage has followed suit (Utah, Boston, California). The nice thing about being a "wanderer" is your chance to learn to love more. I love our spot in California, and now, after a couple of days of fresh, soft snow and spotting moose families, I love these Utah mountains again. Like I'm not tied to anything enough to overlook what else I could be loving. Of course being gone from "home" makes me miss and love Brad who stayed to work. Miss our grocery stores. (Although I'm not missing the lack of space, the damp garage and the testy and old appliances..) So I'm feeling it: a lot of LOVE.
I also love miniature Rhino and really want this on my bedroom wall. Above my nightstand. Next to one of these. To always remind me what I should love most- regardless of where on earth this crazy life takes us.
Happy approaching love day.
[p.s. Don't particularly love my mom's ancient computer. Forgive any spelling errors. Can't find the spell check on this thing.]
delightfully, Kelli Sullivan