This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Sears Home Appliances and Services. When it comes to the kitchen, my chef husband pretty much runs the place. We are definite foodies...
What Home Means to Me
For a long time, when I thought of home, I meant the actual house. Of course, this was in my twenties.
Home was the place I went to after a night of partying to get some rest and do it all over again the next night. Yeah, I had some fun in my twenties.
Home was also very often the place where I ran in to change clothes before going somewhere else to meet up with friends. Home housed my “stuff.”
Today, home is something different to me. Home has a whole new meaning to me as a wife and mother.
My home is where my children and husband are. My home is a safe haven where my children can play, any of my friends and family can come into and where I feel most comfortable.
My home is no longer a house. My home is a state of mind. A state of mind where there is peace except when the kids are fighting, tranquility (after the kids go to bed when my husband and I relax out on our back deck) and very often chaoas (the kind where the kids and dog are running through the house at ‘full steam ahead').
My home is a wonderful place to be. You should stop by someday, if you get the chance but not in a crazy, stalkerish, looking in my window sort of way.